Eremitic life

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    Eremitic life

    I lay like the roots of Methuselah,
    silent and used to the surroundings,
    Echoes of my hearts rhythm pounding breaking tempo,
    As if sounding the alarm to my own existence,

    Through thin walls,
    Voices call to each other in narrow halls,
    professing their need for the verbal volley,
    and the blessings felt,
    speaking to break ice til it eventually melts,
    and that liquid between your fingers spell,
    your moment of equillibrium,

    But I stay mocking the Hare with my Tortoise glare,
    When the door knocks,
    my tune stays behind my tongue,
    refusing it's vibration,
    quaking in my celebration of the void,
    through one sided sight all I avoid,
    remains just paint in the outside landscape

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    ginga commented on Eremitic life

    12-02-2009

    logic, An interesting and evocative poem of human relations both acted upon and left to lve in a vacuum. I like this genre of a doubleside of life. giinga

    dahlusion commented on Eremitic life

    12-02-2009

    A dreamy, surreal write of ones surroundings and understood as the comfort zone: leave me alone! "When the door knocks, my tune stays behind my tongue, refusing it's vibration" — a gifted imagination.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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