a solitary room

a solitary room

A Poem by redd Brick Keshner

“a solitary room”


Grief is a solitary room,
it widens into a shared landscape,
some days that landscape itself-
not gone, but part of the very air
that settles around each connection,
a kind of weather you move through
and breathe in…








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© 2026 redd Brick Keshner


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Guilt and grief can be used as a weapon to wear down someone's self identity. We each have our "solitary room". It is usually heavily populated with guilt. If you speak and can write in any language, deep down inside... I know you feel guilty. There is a deep shame and guilt in the human, it's embedded in our language. It is almost inescapable. If you can exploit another person's individual experience with that.... you are on your way to being a champion level cult leader.

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redd Brick Keshner

1 Week Ago

An excellent insight the DG🙏🏻🕊️



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And as you age, that solitary room is visited more and more, so it becomes all too familiar. A far cry from my younger years when grief was just another word in the dictionary.

a kind of weather you move through
and breathe in - inclement weather, I like your description Freds. Hope all is well with you.

Chris

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redd Brick Keshner

1 Week Ago

Could that be seen as familiarity and rehearsal? It’s such a strange stage of life sometimes, Chri.. read more
A most excellent description of the state of grief. ~Jim

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redd Brick Keshner

1 Week Ago

Hey Jim, thanks heaps 🙏🏻🕊️
Guilt and grief can be used as a weapon to wear down someone's self identity. We each have our "solitary room". It is usually heavily populated with guilt. If you speak and can write in any language, deep down inside... I know you feel guilty. There is a deep shame and guilt in the human, it's embedded in our language. It is almost inescapable. If you can exploit another person's individual experience with that.... you are on your way to being a champion level cult leader.

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

redd Brick Keshner

1 Week Ago

An excellent insight the DG🙏🏻🕊️
For some reason I began thinking of ages. Young people who read this poem won’t be touched the way us older folks are. I am of an age to have experienced this many times. Your poem moved me. Well written.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


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redd Brick Keshner

2 Weeks Ago

Like opposing ends on a seesaw it could be as well. Excellent insight, MSB 🙏🏻🕊️thank you.
Tomorrow is her birthday...

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redd Brick Keshner

2 Weeks Ago

Happy birthday, Curly Grace’s grandma 🙏🏻🕊️
This one settled softly. I’d been thinking of my grandma just before I found it, so the way grief becomes a kind of weather… I understand. thanks...

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redd Brick Keshner

2 Weeks Ago

Glad to somehow accompany that very personal journey. 🙏🏻🕊️

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redd Brick Keshner
redd Brick Keshner

Brisbane, West Moreton, Australia



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….socially awkward poet. Childhood stammerer… intentionally driven to writing rather than speaking. And yes, that’s where that vibe is sourced… so your kindness is truly, ge.. more..