eyes that long for the unknown road
vistas that beckon him on
wanderlust that sings its song
seeking the thrill of new dawn
an urge that demands a change of scene
meet strangers in a bar
exchanging words that scratch the top
‘though staying an arm’s length far
in all directions, north and south
east and west will follow
comfort in movement is what he feels
in his heart is hidden sorrow
voices that speak yet are not heard
acknowledged for what they are
desire to find an unknown place
he keeps the door ajar
in his mind’s eye and in his heart
he knows the point he seeks
on the cusp the door remains closed
he turns and the floorboard creaks
yet sooner or later he will return
to known place, his favourite café
to haunt his sheltered corner booth
outside, his trusty coupe
picture: http://junkpuppet.deviantart.com/art/Lindy-s-Diner-81830359
So perfect with that picture!
ReplyDeleteSo, Shadow-first wanderlust is my most favourite word ever. second, does he follow the wanderlust or is it trapped within bringing torment? It seems he longs but doesn't follow. This would not be wanderlust, but hell. He needs suitcase 1. great telling. ~rick
ReplyDeleteWe all come back around to the comfort of our local coffee shop, don't we..?
ReplyDeleteSad and truly beautiful...the coffee shop...a refuge for lonely hearts
ReplyDeleteThere is something about meetings at coffee shops I find romantic , call
ReplyDeleteme silly, so I'm silly but a romantic. everyone needs an ache for the
distance
Great Post SMILES
hey rikkij! he goes. but he keeps coming back....
ReplyDeleteBeautifull poem. Makes you feel Lonely and melancholic.
ReplyDeletewell done :-)
ReplyDeleteHuman existence is created by many complacent beings who sleepwalk through life until they recognize a series of "ah-ha" moments is allowing them to do more than enter the painting they have just brought to life on a canvas. More to life than meets the eye or familiar human senses. You open more than a memory wider...
ReplyDeletewe should find someone to compose music
ReplyDeleteto complement your words
the familiar and the fresh are both a special sort of comfort. It sounds as though this one has a healthy splash of both.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem and I like the photo. It is so hot here. It would be nice to have some cold and sit in a booth with a steaming cup of coffee.
ReplyDelete"seeking the thrill of new dawn
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meet strangers in a bar
exchanging words that scratch the top
‘though staying an arm’s length far" Love this stanza. Wonderful.
You're just so talented, there are days your words just take my breath away.
Thanks for your thoughts this past week too. Much appreciated. I just added a little thank you card to my blog this morning if you'd like to pick it up.
Happy Thursday.
my mind wandered so much as i read this i had to read it twice! i like it a lot it carries me away to some other place but not sure where, i will read it again and maybe know more
ReplyDeleteAn amazing poem regarding our truest nature toward the wanderlust...I love this poem...thank you!
ReplyDeleteIt sadly reminds me of a time in my life when I did just this, beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteSo many memorable lines here. You must be talking about lots of us; though, we may have different cars.
ReplyDeleteI know what that feels like, sometimes ...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I love the title very much!!!
ReplyDeleteit is very cold here in Sao paulo now , not snowing , but freezing .and he sounds so familiar .how many like him will we find in our life.
ReplyDeleteShadow- ok, as long as he goes I suppose it's ok. Sorry for the trouble. ~rick
ReplyDeleteDon't know why this reminds me of "insanity"...maybe because it "keeps coming back"?
ReplyDeleteReally neat words, Shadow. And photo
See Shadow, there's his problem. Once you choose, don't go back.
ReplyDeleteI have to say, I got just a nibble of wandering today and suddenly I'm voracious!
I really like how this one reads out loud, even in spite of his lust not being sated.
Deep mysterious Darkness?
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