I'd wanted to make a poem about the Phoenix Triumphant to balance all those who think that solitary = sad, but only have phrases, not a sound structure. 

I find it somewhat amazing that with all these entries we have no lighthouse-keepers, hermits, guardians, or champions in the Irish mode (alone on the bridge, causeway, ford) or anybody on solitary quest or vigil.  Perhaps this speaks of modern sensibilities, where everybody has a cellphone glued to their ear, even in a crowd, and being disconnected is devastating.