The Hermit

My second poem about the hermit, a tarot card representing regrets. Hope you enjoy!

Regrets.

Piled up in a hoarder's house.

Like heirlooms, passed down from our thoughts.

What we might of thought as intelligent

to leave our harlot mouths

turns into fears of the past

We can remember all do,

and wonder what we could have done

As our eyes look down upon us

And although light sets ahead 

Happiness is in the quest

Our regrets will always follow us

And always remain our pest.

Author's Note

My second poem, about the tarot card the hermit which represents regrets. See the picture to see what it looks like. Hope you enjoy!

Reviews

[Notsoloud]

This is going in the library. Regrets are piled high for sure. Thanks for this.

[Mehul Rwat]

This really high level thinking....
When I see such poetry I get inspired....
The words ring true in my mind....
A really lovely write..

[Sami Khalil]

Happiness is in the quest ... Words of wisdom...

[FrancescaX]

i hate regrets. your poem makes regrets sound like something we can defeat. like it.

[Caradoc]

This is an excellent poem. It suits the subject matter well I think. I like how you described what regrets are in the first few lines. Those are some cleverly weaved words. You shed a good deal of insight into regret with this piece. I wonder perhaps, if you could do something for each Tarot card. That would be a challenge I would think someone with this level of insight would defeat in a most rewarding manner.

Yes, I did enjoy this.

Be well.

-Caradoc

[Lena Rossmore]

This is a really lovely poem, such good imagery and similes !

[steve]

I think that was brilliant. Very good poem.

[∠( ᐛ 」..]

The poem is amazing!
The rhythm is great!
The flow is wonderful!
100/100 is what I want to rate :)