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Poem: "The Hermit on the Hill"
This poem comes from the January fishbowl, inspired by a prompt from lizamanynames and sponsored by janetmiles.


The Hermit on the Hill


It’s the kind of job where,
if you do it right,
you put yourself out of work.

Once it’s done, though –
after the multiverse has been saved
and the nexus lies quiet as a snowy field –
what do you then?

Your eyes have grown too wise
to see things simply;
reality is forever fractured
into a thousand fractal paths.
What does it matter if all of them are bright?

You could have any job you wanted, but
there is no job you could take
in which your mellifluous vision
would not give you some unfair advantage.
So you walk away. You stop looking.
What else could you do?

The desert is still. The desert is peaceful.
It is not a place plagued by many choices.
Few will ever notice the light of your lantern on the hill.
When they come to you, the adolescent saints
and the tentative messiahs, you will show them what lies
in wait. You will give them new eyes to see men’s souls.
And you will not watch them walk back down the hill.

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fayanora From: fayanora Date: January 11th, 2009 04:31 am (UTC) (Link)
:-D
jonamo_cat From: jonamo_cat Date: January 11th, 2009 12:46 pm (UTC) (Link)

the question of temporality of this world and if theres any work to be done(ie castles made of sand)

my job atlast i swore to do it

my heart broke upon my seeing through

it had been done already by another

now i am mere fruit upon it

i sought the tree that i know needs planting

and tried to bring it water from my bodies river

my mountain stream moved to find it

and alas it was behind me dying

the tree i wanted in this world,

the tree i had i was not seed

but rotting empty fruit for shame

the other tree is found not here

but to flow upon it?

can i be that brave?
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: January 11th, 2009 05:10 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: the question of temporality of this world and if theres any work to be done(ie castles made of s

This is fascinating! Thank you for sharing.
haikujaguar From: haikujaguar Date: January 11th, 2009 05:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
I like this one a lot.
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: January 11th, 2009 11:53 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thank you!

Contemplative poetry is interesting to write. It uses a different gear than heroic poetry.
janetmiles From: janetmiles Date: March 10th, 2009 05:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm recording some favorite bits of poetry and such for a friend. May I include this among the items I read, with attribution of course?
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: March 10th, 2009 06:18 pm (UTC) (Link)

Yes!

If you put a title on the collection, please let me know what it is, so I can add this to the credits for that poem.
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ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 6th, 2009 03:40 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thank you!

I'm glad you like this. Feedback is candy!
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