A Hermit And His Window

Feelings of seclusion creating a deeper awareness.

Years creep by since observing the black tails,

as I puff invisible smoke against the glass.

The room where I rest is partial to shadows,

incomplete in their metamorphosis.

A beetle scurries across the floor,

scrounging for some simple organic matter.

I can picture the sparrow clutching a branch,

like it were an index finger being stretched out.

Boards beneath me creak and moan,

yet yield to my solitude.

No longer I wonder without joy,

it's salvation enjoyed under a leaky roof.

Pages upon chapters fuel the fireplace,

a miracle forming out of ash and ember.

My chambers are now lucid and bright,

so I stay and dream.

Author's Note

Please review! It's tough to get them. Come on, I know someone out there is just waiting to criticize me... jk Cheers!

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

I like poetry about real things, too much of the poetry in WC is emotion pure and not framed in a picture or situation. I like this because you have painted a picture, you describe real things but nevertheless evoke feelings...the truth in things...which too many here miss !

[Jack Cassidy]

Thanks Leslie, it is always a pleasure... It didn't take me long to write, but I was exhausted after I wrote it... The picture I painted may have been a bit too heavy... Thanks again for the review...

[Holly Mason]

pages upon chapters fuel the fireplace ....love the sentiment in this line
like your title choice much..and the words that follow back it up
vivid descriptive write..makes it more enjoyable
simply said - I just enjoyed this write
thank you for sharing

[Kiwi Panda Vixen]

Very nice word usage.
It paints a picture in your head. C:
I really did enjoy reading this poem. Keep up the good work.

[Jack Cassidy]

Thanks for reading, it's always appreciated.