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The Lonely child is a worrying sight
As he sits studying a worm in the mud
Not looking for a love denied
Life is simple like the sun that shines through blueberry leaves
The moon goddess that calls his name at night

The Hermit child grows, talks less and less
The reason why, you can only guess
He knows it well, though never confess

Through the incarceration of youth
He can do nothing, but close his eyes
Imagine riding that griffon through the endless skies.
Some days he thinks of that and cries

And now, A man no less
He sits behind his polished oak desk
His tears dried, he can no longer hear
The voice that guided him throughout the years

Until his final breath of life
He feels a tingle, like a shiver inside
And there he is, perched on the very tree
His Little Bird!!! how can it be!!
Its been too long , Oh Lord please help
As it sings a song, the old man so dearly held.

It takes him back to that sunny day
When the bird appeared in the same peculiar way
And as it sang , he laughed, the bird flew
The Mysteries of the world, the boy just knew.

His soul meets the infinite blue

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The following comments are for "The Hermit Child"
by Shaza89

Very very nice. Thanks

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: August 1, 2009 )

meeting the infinite blue
for that last line alone, which is a stellar way of describing the double-edged sword of mortality and eternity (I think?) this poem is worth the read. I donít always get on with narrative verse, (probably because I am so abysmal at it), but this I did find compelling, I think because I did not know where the story of this manís life was going until the end, it did not have an obvious narrative imperative, but looked inwards instead to the man/childís spiritual and emotional life, and came to an inspiring and edifying conclusion: that there is some bright spark inside all of us that is never lost and never will be... however well hidden it sometimes is. amen to that...

of course, I have a history of missing the point, and Iím a little rusty comment-wise, so please bear with my irrelevant ramblings.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: August 6, 2009 )

something I missed
Was doing some archive browsing and came across this gem. I love it! You brought me into the 'story' and carried me along with charm.

( Posted by: Pen [Member] On: April 10, 2011 )

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