these clock-bound free hours,
boxed-up belonging, a tribe,
or pillows, rings, antique bed,
collection of complaints
graciously left unsaid,
or unreturnable words.
your wing-wind, sail-wind,
trust, approval, consent,
or I-love-yous tossed out
at the door, bright smiles
when one is heart-sore—
or come, and stay
or I’m coming to stay
All at once too. (K)
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It’s difficult to be a hermit.
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Always swimming upstream…
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🙂
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Hermits don’t know how to give or receive. But everyone thinks they are admirable. Beats me.
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This really resonated with me. I am somewhat of a hermit but not one who doesn’t give (maybe struggles to receive though) I felt you summed this up very well in this clever and well done poem xo
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Thank you for this. I have never thought of a hermit as one who couldn’t give. As for receiving…sometimes there is just so much Stuff–physical, emotional, etc.
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Exactly. I agree completely
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