The Hermit

[Cú ChulainnParticipant 3910]

The Hermit

As he prowled the rim of his clearing
where the blade of choice had not spared
one stump of affection

he was like a ploughshare
interred to sustain the whole field
of force, from the bitted

and high-drawn sideways curve
of the horse’s neck to the aim
held fast in the wrists and elbows-

the more brutal the pull
and the drive, the deeper
and quieter the work of refreshment.

~ Seamus Heaney

http://fawbie.com/2013/11/22/the-hermit/

[IRuleMeParticipant]

These days I hermit like a mofo. Screw society. I take what I need and retreat to my space. Solitude, quiet.. Peaceful.

[RemovedParticipant 4676]

I find that people become envious of my hermit ways. Men want to be me, women want to involve themselves with me. I have several women that try to keep in constant contact with me, and want to be a part of my life, because, “every man needs a woman’s touch.” I have been told this by several women. They just cannot fathom that a man does just fine, and even better, when there isn’t a woman in their life. Madness, haha.

[IRuleMeParticipant]

Removed wrote:

I find that people become envious of my hermit ways. Men want to be me, women want to involve themselves with me. I have several women that try to keep in constant contact with me, and want to be a part of my life, because, “every man needs a woman’s touch.” I have been told this by several women. They just cannot fathom that a man does just fine, and even better, when there isn’t a woman in their life. Madness, haha.

Men don’t need a woman’s touch, women f~~~ things up and then take half the spoils.

[Anonymous 1]

I like that poem. The Hermit’s life suits me well. We are Sages in Solitude.

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