Once upon a time monks allowed women
to visit Mount Athos.
But the monks became too distracted
as non-monkish men would as well.
I can understand this as an old, womanless recluse:
Women distract me too.
But not as much as they must have havoced
the minds and the holy intentions of celibate monks.
Though sometimes when I venture of of my quasi monastic solitude
and see women in grocery and department stores
I find myself faced with the distractions of all the lovely women
blooming in the aisles and at the checkout counters
I begin remembering when I was young and with women
and how wonderful and magical my world was then.
For awhile, I pine over being without one of those beautiful distractions
and briefly wish I had one now despite being old and living like a monk.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
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79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA.
Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional.
I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more.
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