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?
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
Does this fellow’s face looking disturbingly familiar? ,,, nah! SMH! 🤣
The Suicide Marches of Lemmings
every four years or so, or eight lemmings emerge and fall in line entranced, though certain death awaits undeterred, they lose their minds
resistant to all reasoning when truth is plain, as plain as day pressing on, it’s frightening to watch them sell their souls this way
and as each one succumbs to lies their numbers dwindle as they go over the edge, shutting their eyes and ears to what onlookers know
how tragic is the lemmings’ fate as if they never had a choice deceived, thinking things could be great they drank the koolaid, lost their voice
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2024 – Day 4 Challenge: write a poem in which you take your title or some language/ideas from The Strangest Things in the World. First published in 1958, the book gives shortish descriptions of odd natural phenomena, and is notable for both its author’s turn of phrase and intermittently dubious facts. Perhaps you will be inspired by the “The Self-Perpetuating Sponge” or “The World’s Biggest Sneeze.” Or maybe the quirky descriptions of luminous plants, monstrous bears, or the language of ravens will give you inspiration.
the hazing starts when we are girls, sheltered from the outside world where monsters claim the unsuspecting we fledge our natal nests expecting limitless opportunity… too soon smacked by reality that most of us will just make do while fate rewards a chosen few we learn to make the best of it find happiness in simple shit work our fingers to the bone and if we’re lucky build a home find love, companionship, have kids for most of us, that’s all there is and it’s enough, we tell ourselves our dreams collecting dust long-shelved our parents didn’t mean to lie they hoped we’d crack the ceilinged sky but we were set up from the start ensuring disappointed hearts only to learn life’s bittersweet where happiness and sorrow meet and if we live to see old age our minds intact, our bodies razed as memories flash in our mind’s eye at least we can admit we tried, gave it all we had and then some fought to glimpse another sun though life is messy, it is all hard to let go when the sickle falls
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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