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I am a hermit poet
by Joyce White
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Rated "PG13" by the Author.

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Is loneliness a blessing or curse?

God pities those who moan because of

what might have been, our childhood pain

deeply buried in our human torso, while our

lonely hearts crawl in and out, where sweet

hope and hunger lies, our ears deaf, our mouths

dumb, our fingers are weary and worn from scratching

at the walls between us and everyone else,

our eyelids heavy and torn, we sit like hermit crabs,

our hearts beating too slow to feed our brains joy,

we can't help shunning the self-content, with

hell's embers raining down on us, guilting us into

feeling tracings of desire only at slumber time.

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Reviewed by Maggie Elizabeth	11/7/2009

Yours is obviously a life deeply lived. What a gift you have. Maggie




Reviewed by Zach McClure	5/31/2009

Joyce, you write in a way that communicates vividly and powerfully and I just love 'I Am A Hermit Poet' ! This one shines a light into the deep innermost being of the poet and dares to expose what most of humanity may never see. Superb gem! ~a fellow human & poet, Zach




Reviewed by John Domino	5/26/2009

You penned this beautifully with grace. God Bless You! John Michal Domino




Reviewed by Georg Mateos	4/20/2009

No matter who say what, the poets are hermits, inside themselves, hiding in a corner of their hearts, remembering dungeons and freedom without conditions. Maybe you are the poet that's next cave to mine. Georg




Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER	4/19/2009

There is immense strength and character in your elegant expression. Blessings! Jasmin Horst




Reviewed by Marcia Miller-Twiford	4/19/2009

Intensely and wonderfully written Joyce. I especially like the lines: "our fingers are weary and worn from scratching at the walls between us and everyone else" It sure seems like that, doesn't it?

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