wanderlust 40709
April 9, 2009Giving in to all deviation
Straying from my own path
Clearing the brush of the overgrowth
Wandering down poorly lit corridors
Undulating microwave egregiousness
And a sense of blasting wonder
Pulling back the scales of days
Passing under moons not terran
Yielding only to the way things never were
Leaving all past for futures unfettered
Blessed are the lost
Blessed are the scraped knees
Blessed are the feet over cobble stone streets
Foreign even to themselves.
Gather up your roses
And that vase from your last venture
Step out into amber lights and velvet midnights
Embed your mind in its unknowingness
Concentrate on what you have not to do.
(for Read.Write.Poem.)
I like this. It has a mysterious feel to it. That’s how wanderlust can be, you never know where you may end up. Good write.
ahhh truly a lovely paradise… embracing the blessedness of concentration along the way….
I like how this poem turns a corner in the middle. To embed the mind in the unknowing– wonderful phrase.
Yes, it is so difficult to cling on to reality and not wander.
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