Thursday, June 18, 2009

wanderlust







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




24 comments:

  1. So, 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

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  2. We all come back around to the comfort of our local coffee shop, don't we..?

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  3. Sad and truly beautiful...the coffee shop...a refuge for lonely hearts

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  4. There is something about meetings at coffee shops I find romantic , call
    me silly, so I'm silly but a romantic. everyone needs an ache for the
    distance
    Great Post SMILES

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  5. hey rikkij! he goes. but he keeps coming back....

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  6. Beautifull poem. Makes you feel Lonely and melancholic.

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  7. Human 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...

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  8. we should find someone to compose music
    to complement your words

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  9. the familiar and the fresh are both a special sort of comfort. It sounds as though this one has a healthy splash of both.

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  10. Great 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.

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  11. "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" 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.

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  12. 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

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  13. An amazing poem regarding our truest nature toward the wanderlust...I love this poem...thank you!

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  14. It sadly reminds me of a time in my life when I did just this, beautifully written.

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  15. So many memorable lines here. You must be talking about lots of us; though, we may have different cars.

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  16. I know what that feels like, sometimes ...

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  17. Beautiful! I love the title very much!!!

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  18. it 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.

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  19. Shadow- ok, as long as he goes I suppose it's ok. Sorry for the trouble. ~rick

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  20. Don't know why this reminds me of "insanity"...maybe because it "keeps coming back"?

    Really neat words, Shadow. And photo

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  21. See Shadow, there's his problem. Once you choose, don't go back.

    I 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.

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