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Mutterings Of An Old Hermit

Peace follows solitude

Another Christmas (or Winter Solstice, if you like)

How many?
Too many for me to count.

How many more?
Too few for me to imagine.

Author wwachtPosted on December 8, 2017December 8, 2017Leave a comment on Another Christmas (or Winter Solstice, if you like)

The Watch

I sit at the mouth of my cave
facing inward.

The moat is empty as
the water beasts proved defenseless.

The gates are open since
the land beasts destroyed themselves.

Overhead, the sky beasts,
with talons sheathed, watch over me.

I sit at the mouth of my cave
facing inward.

Author wwachtPosted on October 30, 2017December 8, 2017Leave a comment on The Watch

Oratio

explore your soul
dance with the moon

Author wwachtPosted on August 3, 2017August 3, 2017Leave a comment on Oratio

To Become A Writer

One must write daily and
with considerable output.

I accept this.
But my difficulty is with the words “daily” and “considerable”.

Will I ever be called a writer?

Doubtful.
I am undisciplined.

Author wwachtPosted on April 21, 2017April 21, 2017Leave a comment on To Become A Writer

Storms Overhead

Sky darkened.
Thunder and lightning at my window
Driving rain at the doorstep.
Soon there will be floods in low lands

There will be more tomorrow.
It is springtime.

Author wwachtPosted on April 21, 2017April 21, 2017Leave a comment on Storms Overhead

Another Lesson

The little dog died yesterday.

Her passing reminds us
death is as natural
as her chasing squirrels.

Author wwachtPosted on April 13, 2017April 14, 2017Leave a comment on Another Lesson

Climate

I am old enough to know
I will not see the worst,

so global warming is not
what I chose to fear the most.

However, my lawn greening in February
does give me pause.

Author wwachtPosted on March 1, 2017March 1, 2017Leave a comment on Climate

Waiting for the Muse

White paper remains clean, and
pencil, sharp.

Coffee cools and
turns bitter to the taste.

The old man shrugs,
walks to the sink,
and empties the cup of dregs.

He dims the light and
climbs into bed.

Tomorrow, perhaps.

Author wwachtPosted on February 1, 2017February 27, 2017Leave a comment on Waiting for the Muse

What Then?

The muse sometimes vanishes
With its return indefinite.

Meditation on the purity
Of the blank page is not
Without its rewards.

Author wwachtPosted on January 31, 2017January 31, 2017Leave a comment on What Then?

The Cave

The hermit does not seek the cave.
The cave seeks the hermit
And brings with it… Nothing.

Am I ready to accept
The empty cave?

Perhaps… In time.

Author wwachtPosted on January 31, 2017Leave a comment on The Cave

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