cabin shed shack cottage camp...?
a hermitage
tucked down deep
in the woods
penguin classics
scattered
from a milk crate fall
Benedictine almost empty
but capped tight tonight
temple dog is bored
sick of poems
a little hungry
she looks to the door
ready to go
up the root gnarled path
to temple hearth warmth
home
the tired monk
Yup, I'm with the dog - time to go home. Loved this, Ollie.
ReplyDeleteOld Ollie, You done it again. You made this old dog's ears perk up. Nicely done.
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from a milk Crate fall.... Love that image...
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Such a lovely write :D :D
ReplyDeleteYup, sometimes one is a bit 'sick of poems.' Thankfully, the feeling quickly passes.
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poetry feeds us in many a ways but perhaps that dog is wise in knowing we must also find nourishment in other ways
ReplyDeleteluv the opening question, yet i think camping should involve lots of people not a solitary hide away by any means
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much love...
love this one...i was also wondering about the nun and novices :)
ReplyDeleteI feel like staying in a place like that... the penguin classics make this a perfect spot.
ReplyDeleteI love this even more today, when it is foggy and cold out........I envy you your hermitage in the woods - and am glad you have a warm hearth to return to. Hope the young novices are doing well.
ReplyDeleteAdored this Ollie!
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Do you know the piece-- A desire for hermitage--by Samuel Barber? I sing it often and your piece put me in that space as well--beautiful Ollie!
ReplyDeleteI think a wooded retreat is nice, but then one must return to the warm hearth of the home.
ReplyDeleteWe didn't drink nearly all that Benedictine did we?
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to know somewhere is a place we can call a home....but sometimes, the home we carry like a turtle, within us...
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