Wander through the burrowed light,
mud-packed walls breathing warmth,
a kettle thrums—no rush, just the steady,
unbroken rhythm of being.
Hands work the earth, kneading sun into soil,
tucking seeds deep where roots raise memory.
Footsteps soften against moss,
small strides, sure and deliberate,
paths well-trodden yet never worn.
Bread breaks, laughter follows,
cups filled, emptied, filled again—
contentment settling into the bones.
Beyond the hills, the world clamours,
but here, time folds neatly,
days measured in meals,
life shaped by hearth and harvest.
This is enough.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Le nornad ah edwen – dôr îdh na dîn nôr, lû nalla – ú erin, sen na gwanath i celeg. Mâb drava i cîl, anann i gûr erin síl, thang i nîf rhûwen. Rhim lû nalla, ú erin, arnath i galad îdh nôr, sîdh sammen na baur a lavan. Pû i gûr, lû dhor, an uir i baur a gwanath, sen na sa thaed. (Sindarin)
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Comments13
This has feelings of a mole that burrows and digs in tunnels underground then it emerges into country life and its slow and easy pace where the day is measured by the sun not the clock. A most lovely feel.
Nice… reminds me of “Wind in the Willows “ by Kenneth Grahame 🙏🏻🕊
A fascinating adventure. For me it describes the hut of a hobbit with moss on the floors and breaking bread. Very imaginative indeed
Yes! That’s it, a hobbit’s life for me 🕊🙏🏻
Go ye forth, where burrows lie deep, walls of earth hold warmth close, kettle singing—no haste, only the steady beat of life.
Hands till the soil, giving sun to seed, roots remembering days long past.
Feet tread soft on mossy ground, step by step, sure and steady, paths worn true, yet never weary.
Loaves break, laughter rises, ale flows, then flows again, contentment sitting easy in the bones.
Beyond the hill, the world stirs, but here, time rests, day counted in feasting, life measured by hearth and harvest.
It is enough.
Beautiful work, Arqios!
It is enough..... yet is it? Is that because their world is still limited? Sauron & co sure helped to wake up the sleepy ones (at least some them). Just like what's unfolding today?!
Indeed Mutley, thanks for your invigorating interaction 🕊🙏🏻
Thanks for the Fave @Cheeky Missy
Oh, this is absolutely beautiful. As a lifelong Tolkien fan who’s read LOTR several times over, I’m truly grateful for this. My favorite poem of the day so far, hands down.
Your piece is a gently luminous meditation on rootedness, domestic rhythm, and the sacred art of enough—and that Sindarin poet’s note? It transforms the entire thing.
I won’t share the translation here—people should earn it for themselves—but the Elvish closing becomes a mythic mirror to the poem’s quietude. It reads like an immortal reflecting on the mortal life of a Hobbit with reverent awe. Hobbitual (I just love the title) is no longer just quaint—it becomes cosmically significant: a small life lived with purpose becomes a kind of eternal flame in a fading world. To me, it feels like an Elf has just left a Hobbit hole and is now standing on a high ridge, murmuring those Sindarin lines as a blessing… or maybe a farewell. Like saying, “You don’t know what you hold, little one. But I do. And I will remember.”
Pure beauty, my friend. Probably my favorite of yours so far—and that’s saying a lot, because everything you write pretty much ends up a fave. 🤣 🌹👏
P.S. I just noticed you put the translation in the comments! LOL! So there's a clue to any who have not translated! And to me to check out the comments first BEFORE translating! 🤣
Just take it nice and easy no more, no less, enjoyed the read
Thanks PL/TN🕊🙏🏻
You are very welcome
Superb.
Thanks so much 🕊🙏🏻
May that contentment be forever with us all arqios.
Andy
Amen. Yes indeed, thanks Andy🕊🙏🏻
Nicely done. This poem had a calming effect as I read it. And the last line was just perfect.
Thanks Tom, your valued thoughts are always appreciated 🙏🏻🕊
Family is the most important thing in our Life.
You can look around the World, but the World is within the Home. Enjoyable Write.
Family is the most important thing in our Life.
You can look around the World, but the World is within the Home. Enjoyable Write.
Now that’s the best thing I’ve heard in a long, long while! Thanks Kevin… my day has been thoroughly made🙏🏻🕊👍🏻
Thanks for the Fave🤩 @Kaelyn Jade🕊🙏🏻
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