The Traveler

Speak like me in patterned tones sublime

Like wisps of smoke which curl amongst the sand

Made fickle dunes across this no man’s land.

What wind relinquishes this paradigm?

It falters, fractures. Pale latencies

Keep rose-blooms underneath the formless floor.

They push and tire, ambitious to explore

A sea of space among the Pleiades.

A traveler descends in quick degrees

To meet the plane between the sand and sky

In search of synchronicities for nought.

Transparent eyes of gold gaze upward, unease

The mind. Atop the dunes, rubbed smooth and dry,

Lay rusted wooden heads which time forgot.

Reviews

[Monica Chen]

You have a very calming rhyme scheme and an eloquent vocabulary in this poem. My favorite line was definitely the second to last one because of the emphasis you placed on "the mind" by adding a period after that phrase.

[Eli Gallagher]

Glad to hear you like it! I've been playing with punctuation lately and your review has inspired me to keep experimenting.

[C.m.v.]

I like this. I read it three times and each time I enjoyed it more--kind of a weird review, I know.
You're definitely talented. :)

[Eli Gallagher]

Thanks C.m.v.! It's always inspiring to hear that someone enjoys your work :)