Photo by Federica Erra
” How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young , compassionate with the aged , sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong . Because someday in your life you will have been all of those “. – George Washington Carver
The Vagabond
the vagabond shyly knocking on my mind
stands crooked on the horizon line
brutal mystery mists behind
this back-up man sings this time .
the vagabond , his dog shakes with fears
held tight by heavy twine and tears .
I see the pain , a bloody knife
a wound of odor dims their life .
This grizzly starless night
mute upon the earth of light .
his face still pounding on my mind
ruin is beautiful is only kind .
no judgements , no math , no rules
leave that for the preacher over the hill
the vagabond blurring dirty cold rain to kill
diluted by a song only warms the chill .
” In the forest of illusions . . . the only reliable compass is ones soul .” – Enza Currenti
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Nice! I like your writing. More please!
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Thankyou Élan , your site is gorgeous !
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That last photo…wow. Did you take it?
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Hi J.D. …thank you , I took it yesterday during a storm that soon intensified ! Lake Michigan from Glen Arbor where I live …
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well done. I love the way you see life.
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Thankyou Laura for being there with me …
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Vivid. Grabbed me from start to finish. I love your poem and am hoping there are more like this.
You run a lovely site.
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Thankyou Uzoma , your words are so kind and encouraging ! Xx
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A navigator needs no compass to find their way across the seasons, through currents, and within time. Stories shared and tales both spoken, the weathered out beyond all the curtains that tap to their tunes of illusion. What the poem had me meandering through at the time. Some voice you have in those words above…
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Thankyou so much for hearing me Sean …
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