The Recluse

wonder on Dec 31, 2009

Tags: fridge, goal, guidebook, soul, truckload

It takes all sorts to make the world.

To prevent the weather bite

I take care to keep my room air tight.

I never step out of my door

Afflictions all over, I’m cocksure.

I cannot tell the night from day

The TV tells me so anyway.

Well bred I am, to the core

Thus small talk I abhor.

The neighbors who live next door

They talk by twenty to the score.

Bathing, washing, not my goal

They quake my body and my soul.

I forget when the last wash I took

I’ll consult my diary, my guidebook.

Call on me unaware?

Bring your duster, dust the chair.

Help yourself with a coke or tea

Search the fridge, don’t bother me.

A few day’s at your place instead? Oh no

You’ll have to accommodate a truckload of books with me in tow.

Estranged is my way of life

It keeps my peace, away from strife.

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ken bultman on Dec 31, 2009
What a very unusual poem from someone I would have thought more outgoing. I wouldn’t mind sitting on a dusty chair. Coke and tea…that’s it, huh?
lillyrose on Dec 31, 2009
You are so right, it does take all sorts to make the world! But it makes me sad so many hide away, when they have so much on offer.

Very unique point of view, lovely visual and well presented poem.
Eunice Tan on Dec 31, 2009
A good poem by you.
Guy Hogan on Dec 31, 2009
There are times when I feel the same way as the protagonist in the poem; but the feeling never last too long.
seksijerk on Dec 31, 2009
it went all above my little understanding…hippy new year
Ramalingam on Dec 31, 2009
Strange way of becoming a recluse and I hope nothing happens to you.
albert1jemi on Dec 31, 2009
good one . happy new year
upeshdaa on Dec 31, 2009
Best wishes for u and ur writing.
Ruby Hawk on Dec 31, 2009
I am not an out going person but that’s a little too closed in for me. But to each his own and good luck to all.
rizzei on Dec 31, 2009
nice..happy new yr..sometimes i live life as it goes in ur poem:)
T. S. GARP on Dec 31, 2009
T’is a simple life to be a recluse, watching the dust gather… Nice poem!
Frances Lawrence on Dec 31, 2009
I know someone exactly like the voice of the poem – he has bipolar disorder but once you get to know him you realise that he is a very nice man and I am glad to have him as a friend. I think there is a bit of a recluse tendency in me, I don’t go out if I don’t have to.
Starpisces on Dec 31, 2009
very nice, happy new year, Wonder!
(^_^)
qasimdharamsy on Jan 1, 2010
Nice work…
palak2008 on Jan 1, 2010
Nice Post..Happy New Year Madam..
Priyanka Bhowmick on Jan 1, 2010
gud work..unique idea
cutedrishti8 on Jan 1, 2010
Wonderful poem…Happy New year to you and your loved ones..
Anurag02 on Jan 1, 2010
Good poem.

New year wishes…
jamesjames7817 on Jan 2, 2010
well-written mam!
magicdarts on Jan 3, 2010
a bit of time in your own company is ok, but to learn and grow we need our communities, virtual physical or otherwise – nice work!
thuanynguyen on Jan 4, 2010
amazing poem!
Jane Jane on Jan 5, 2010
nice piece of poem .some things to think about here.
RAJEEV BHARGAVA on Jan 5, 2010
a very well written poem, written from a diffent angle which made it fun to read and very interesting. i really enjoyed it. thanks very much for sharing!
Teves on Jan 6, 2010
Very interesting…
adityasatya on Feb 8, 2010
nice post dude…..hope more from you
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swatilohani on Mar 10, 2010
awesome
gaby7 on Aug 7, 2010
I agree, sometimes being estrange saves you a lot of trouble with you neighbors.

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