A hermit strolls in solitude,
Through aisles of spectral hush;
Each item glows in lyric touch—
A loaf, a pear, a thought subdued.
A breeze of absence wafts the shelves,
As jars reflect the moonlit haze;
Soup cans muse their silent ways,
Their labels hum from dusty elves.
Walls fold into a dreamlike sway,
Perspective bends, aisles intertwine;
Where groceries dwell in lines divine,
A hermit shops, the world away.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: ....here now is the prequel of "grocery aisle poetry" Perhaps posting it after wasn't so much a mistake after all.
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Enchanted shopping instead of elves I thought gremlins were adjusting the prices. At times demonic with shoppers possessed. A fun read Cryptic.
Yes, my thoughts exactly... little pricetag gremlins! Thanks Soren 🕊️🙏🏻
You are most welcome my friend
I really like this .. the personification of the cans and jars .. and the mention of the divine .. a very nice and interesting read 🙂
Thank you heaps, Caring dove! I'm so glad that you picked up on that. If anyone could, it would be you! Cheers 🙏🏻🕊️
...not half as bad today... but the day is young, still.
A lovely read, he might be shopping in heaven, but it reminded me of me shopping at 3 in the morning, very enjoyable
oh, I still have to go to a 24-hour grocery if there is one handy... that would be a real trip!
My friend, this is soft, surreal, and glows. The hush, the lyric stillness...a dream wandering into a grocery aisle and staying there. Absolutely love it. 🌹👏 A fave.
That’s just awesome to hear/know. Thanks mate 🙏🏻🕊️
You are most welcome! Quite a beautiful one, my friend,.
BRAVO
A stroll down the aisles of the etherial supermarket, divinely swaying beneath a moonlit haze and he of meagre purse and not a care in the world. What a great read. How did this and the previous poem come to be, a most unusual subject, unique even, you should agree.
Wishing you all the best,
Tony
Should have seen this before grocery shopping today. I wonder what to do when the markets are gone.
Beautiful dreamlike quality here, such lovely crafted lines. You have created an otherworldly atmosphere of poetic inclination here that drew me in. I would love to shop here! How seriously delightful this piece is . I genuinely LOVED it! Well done arqios. Really good write. Surreal and ethereal. Elizabeth
Visions of food can come to us all arqios.
Andy
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