Hermit
I live
I love
among rocks and trees
I can still see all
and for that I am grateful
I am alone
often and yet not
Wild creatures
come and go
I speak to them
it seems to me they understand
The great river down below
tells many tales
I love stories
Sometimes I feel unease
I find it hard to see the good
in this world
in this life
Perhaps good is an illusion
The river does not tell untruths
it cannot
it has lived this life since eons
Me
I feel up and down
like a child’s yoyo
But I think I have to accept
things as they are
No one argues when I speak
to myself
I am a hermit
on a beautiful hill
(the fool on the hill???)
But a lovely one has come
and has landed on me
nestled in my soul
like a sweet and pretty butterfly
I love her
I love you
I love me
As I believe it should be
© Regis Auffray
Ron
Sandie
I'm a hermit in a cave.
I don't know about you,
but I grew a beard,
because I hate to shave.
You've made me a believer.
Love ya!
Jane
This poem at first leaves the impression it will live up to it's title. Then it takes a refreshing turn at the end. I pray this is a beginning of a new relationship for you, my friend.
Love and peace be with you,
John Michael