behind these insulated walls I’ve everything I need, and all manner of life’s pleasantries words spinning into poetry books to read, trees for shade an office where I work for pay running water, air and heat pillows, a soft place to sleep the perfect view of dawn and dusk I needn’t leave, but if I must I make my ventures short and sweet to gather mostly food to eat the great pandemic sent me home to work remotely on my own this eremition’s grown on me when time slips and I cease to be will anyone remember me no matter, i am quite content to simply be, it’s time well spent behind these insulated walls I’ve everything I need, and all
~kat
Today’s “glimmer” is the joy of learning a new word and applying it in verse!
Eremition (eh-ruh-MIH-shun) (n.) The act of gradually fading from the lives of others, not out of malice but a desire for solitude or renewal.
Example: Over the years, his eremition went unnoticed, until one day he was simply gone.
I saw this word in my social media feed. A new word to me. What a thrill it was to happen upon it. I found resonance with its meaning. Since migrating from a brick and mortar cubicle to work from home during the pandemic, I have enjoyed the solitary aspect of working remotely. I don’t miss the petty office politics, the gossip, the backbiting, the time sucking commute. I’m more productive. Truly. Who knew that making a living could actually support having a life?
no glistening streams of golden rays today the dawn is draped in gray the ground is damp and smells of musk of fading leaves and hickory husks but I’m not blue because you see weather has no power o’er me and facts are facts, the sun did rise just as the new moon blots the sky no matter what each day may bring i can be sure of one true thing as morning comes to break the night no one or thing can dim my light it never lasts, the dark and gray and so I rise to seize the day each moment, opportunity to be the best that I can be
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six sparks of light flicker in a sea of darkness believers in love, compassion, inclusion, justice, truth, civility, kindness, peace we cling to hope as winter closes in
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six despite what you may have heard is proof beyond a shadow’s doubt that you are in good company, light bearers shining for all to see
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six reasons to grieve, to take time to heal to cling to the promise of spring… of a bright dawn after the darkest night to protect each precious ember of light
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six did not a landslide make, nor mandate for those who choose the ways of hate may love’s light lead us from the edge and gather us to forge the path ahead
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six hold space for victory in this fight one day we’ll surely get this right just not today, true change takes years so rest your hearts for now, we need you here
time and once upon ago Euphrosyne’s amber tresses flowed on wisps of autumn’s frosted breath
dear Aglaia, the tall and slim in elegance, slow danced with wind cloud-kissed, her raiment golden flecked
and Thalia, sweet Thalia blushed bright her supple shallow roots held tight as fledglings flitted from their summer nests
yes time and once upon ago from seed to sprout these beauties showed resilience when the tempests raged they met each season shift with grace flowered, fruited, shed their seed the most magnificent of trees and lovely still, though worn with age if they could speak what might they say?
embrace each season of this life dwell on the good, let go the strife time steals away before you know so learn to bend when fierce winds blow let your roots spread deep and wide reach to heaven’s North Star guide then soft surrender to the loam leave not a trace, but grace, come home
I spied a lovely doe today she held my gaze, then leapt away into the brush deep in the hollow I fought the urge to rush and follow to think I’m kind would not be safe we humans are a cruel race I kept my distance glad to see her intuition made her flee run free sweet forest sprite run free it’s best to fear the likes of me as hunters plan their autumn sacks be swift, stay safe, and don’t look back
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