The eloquence of beauty glides On sunlit paths alongside A flourishing garden With scents divine Where I sit and sip A vintage wine Pondering Life's trips My daily slips Need for relationships Or catatonic friendships That only survive with quips Loves that speak with lying lips Understanding A short fuse In a culture full of abuse The world intention to confuse The need to escape all the refuse It's tiresome dealing with the obtuse Makes much more sense being a recluse
Ah Eileen, I understand all to well, what a powerful and heart-wrenching poem, all too true, loved how you expressed this,
Reindeer
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on April 19, 2006
Seems that the world and us in it have forgotten how to live, except by politically-correct soundbites. Shame. We need instant gratification, never giving relationships a chance because we're goneeeeeee at the first sign of disagreement. I'll say it again . . . Shame.
Eileen
There is no harm in being a recluse in today's selfless and lovelorn world, in fact most of us live within our own bubble, cocooned from the pains and anguishes of the outside world !
I would rather be alone, than be in the company of vexatious persons !
You are in my thoughts and prayers
Love
Peter
Hiding from the world's problems isn't going to change anything; we need to step out in faith and do what we can to effect a shift to compassion and love. If no one listens, so what--you did what you could. :) A powerful, emotive write, very well penned.
No!!!..being a recluse you lose so much of you creative side. Best to be out there...quiet if you like but taking it all in. You're a poet...look at the world and then get back to us what you see in your prose.
Susan
Sometimes it does feel that way Eileen, especially when the walls seem like they are tumbling down upon us and everything we once thought to be our strength evaporates into thin air. It is best at times like these to pull ourselves into the here and now and deal only with the situation that exists at this moment and not draw from our fears and sadnesses of the past; save those things for days when we feel strong and can use the power of the sun to burn them away. I find that a bit of Tai Chi helps me to find my center and to elevate my spirit when the gravity of the past tries to grab onto today. Very compelling yet sad poem, Eileen.
Take care,
Sherry
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Birgit and Roger
Oh, this is powerful! Very poignant write; well expressed! You are in my prayers, sunshine!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Daddy improving, slow, but steady. Thanks for all the prayers! :)
Reindeer
I seem to think along those lines more and more these days, Tiger Lily.
There is no harm in being a recluse in today's selfless and lovelorn world, in fact most of us live within our own bubble, cocooned from the pains and anguishes of the outside world !
I would rather be alone, than be in the company of vexatious persons !
You are in my thoughts and prayers
Love
Peter
Sighhhhhhh wish I wrote it!!
Love Tinka
Love And Light, JoAnne
Hiding from the world's problems isn't going to change anything; we need to step out in faith and do what we can to effect a shift to compassion and love. If no one listens, so what--you did what you could. :) A powerful, emotive write, very well penned.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Susan
Take care,
Sherry