Hermit. A Poem by John Grey

I inhabit a desolate, weather-beaten place
accessible only to sorrow,
a necessary dwelling of course
based on current situation and future prospects.
And perhaps I will succeed as a place-dweller
where the place doesn’t promise much,
and the horizon is cut off by bramble-cover
and I’ve just this small surface to occupy.
At this stage of life, no possibilities remain
and I have stiffened into a man
who is so accustomed to the silence,
now he is its biggest booster.
In my rooms, my companions are
a winter sun that shines bleakly,
a wish to be left alone so powerful
that no other wishes survive.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in the Tau, Studio One and Columbia Review with work upcoming in Leading Edge, Examined Life Journal and Midwest Quarterly.
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times his publications include All the Babble of the Souk and Cartoon Molecules collected poems and Key of Mist the recently published Tesserae translations from Spanish poets Guadalupe Grande and Carmen Crespo  visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author.  See Robin performing his work Performance (Leeds University) .

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