NaPoWriMo 2020: Day 20
Yes, I own
the art of being alone.
Took years to hone
definition of Hermit.
Am far more
at ease with self
than with
others.
Occasionally have guests,
but more than one
at a time
is exhausting.
Would far rather
rest, here
in my own
secret garden.
Where smell of ink
is like fresh
bouquet of early
Spring flowers.
And words become
a path through
forest of trees
begging me “Please”
to enter.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/20/2020
Notes: Image is a “fantasy” of repeated lines done in a single color of ink. It is titled “Secret Garden”. It is getting more difficult to choose the image for the day, but when I hit this one, the words scampered out to greet me. So I ran off and played with them.
Soul's Music 
I love this, fellow Hermit. We come into opur own in these times, lol. I especially love your closing lines.
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Lovely words, Elizabeth! I especially love your last stanza!
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That is lovely, Elizabeth.
Love,
Pamela
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