I could live in a hermitage
drawing windows tight with lace,
patterning the sun nervously on the wall,
tatting while fantasies shuttle quietly
between prayers.
I won't live in a hermitage
in neatly stitched lines and circles, alone,
without.
Joining the other minds beside opened windows,
we dance stormy patterns.
10 comments:
Did you compose this poem? It's beautiful.
Friday's Child,
Yes, it is mine.
Very good Carol!!
Beautiful thoughts. Exquisite words. Good work Carol!
mp
You ARE a poet!:) I hope to see more of your verse, Carol.
I enjoyed reading your poetry. Does it mean you keep an open mind?
Very neat!
Thanks Pat, Mompoet and Aurora! I appreciate hearing from you experienced poets.
Barbara,
I wasn't thinking of an open mind when I wrote this but I can see how it could be interpreted that way.
To answer your question, though,I don't think it is wise to be closed to the possibility of being wrong.
-r-
:)
All:
Time to celebrate writing and reading poetry.
The poet is back. Thank goodness! I love the imagery in this poem and should take the "admonition" to heart myself. Very nice!
Mango and AP94,
Thanks for the encouragement!
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