Norah Tunney

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The Hermitage - Poem by Norah Tunney

My hermitage lies deep in a wood
at the end of a winding path.

It has a bed, table and an old chair
I live here without clutter or care.

In the evening I gather brushwood
light the fire and warm my toes.

At night I watch the stars twinkling
through the tall pines.

And as I fall asleep I pray for those
who suffer and those in need.

Topic(s) of this poem: silence, solitude

Form: Free Verse


Comments about The Hermitage by Norah Tunney

  • Sarah Persson (6/11/2018 4:56:00 AM)

    This is a beautiful poem that touches on the spirit of your soul. Such kindness and warmth. (Report)Reply

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  • (4/25/2018 1:14:00 PM)

    A beautiful poem about living simply in solitude. You are a true artist, Norah, needing few brushstrokes to create depths of feeling. Great work (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 24, 2018



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