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.
Did you compose this poem? It's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteFriday's Child,
ReplyDeleteYes, it is mine.
Very good Carol!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful thoughts. Exquisite words. Good work Carol!
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You ARE a poet!:) I hope to see more of your verse, Carol.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your poetry. Does it mean you keep an open mind?
ReplyDeleteVery neat!
ReplyDeleteThanks Pat, Mompoet and Aurora! I appreciate hearing from you experienced poets.
ReplyDeleteBarbara,
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!
ReplyDeleteMango and AP94,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the encouragement!