My blissful home in Hermit Hills
Where no one calls to give me ills,
I live up high, up in the clouds
And play my music way out loud!
The moon kissed beams they dance about,
I join with them til I wear out
The music blares I sing along
Until the rays of moon be gone.
My way of life just might seem weird,
But no complaints are ever heard
I live alone that suits me fine
I never have to hear one whine.
If I get bored with the great view
I simply go to tower two
I love my life, it is just right
Especially on the moonlit nights.
Author notes
Picture provide by Pollycheck: 'Strange High House' From Webshots In album: Miscellaneous Artists
A contest entry
- 40 Images for 40 Poets by Pollycheck.
425 points, ended December 2, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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"OK Mr Trump. tower two guests are waiting."
this seems a grand existence,fantasy even.
"Until the rays if moon be gone"
and one is swanning all alone.
It made me think.
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Thank you for entering my contest and good luck. This is a very interesting take on the picture prompt. This sounds like a person that loves to live with nature and not be bothered by the intrusions of the outside world. I too, at times wish for such solitude.
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