Vagabond likes Peanuts

a mental traipse

my mind is 

a vagabond

roaming 

unsettled

a stout refusal

to breathe idle --

instead bounds

onwards

I observe 

I ask 

‘please come 

back to centre

rest a while

calm 

stop the flow

of thought’

the vagabond 

smirks, replies

without pause

of motion

‘you wish for no

thought

no clutter 

no jumping

consider perhaps

once this vagabond 

stops his thought

you, yourself will be dead’

my mind

the vagabond 

wanders off in thought

thinks of peanuts

 where peanuts grow 

what does a peanut tree look like? 

getting hungry 

is this hunger or just the vagabond 

thinks of skydiving

oh to be free falling

he thinks of …..

Reviews

[~]

i want to keep being a vagrant vagabond - says my mind too :) and free falling is a perfect ending for this poem of nut-hunting :)
xxx

[Brittany Zedalis]

Ooooo, I like this! Reminds me of how my own mind is constantly going, going, going. Awesome job!

[stansg]

The mind never stops thinking does it? Sometimes it gets frightening and i say to mind please stop, but it never does. Loved the part about peanuts, where do peanuts grow?
Great work, could totally relate to it.

[Sindu]

I can relate.. my mind runs faster than my fingers and I can just shake my head, smiling, and say, " There, there, dear fellow! You need to breathe and let me too. As much fun you are, my realities are knocking on my back. Time to face them!"

Your vagabond seems a fine partner for you. I cannot help but enjoy this tidbit. I know, now, what you meant by mincing the unnecessary words, redress and keep the flow as it should be- less, more.. changing.

When I read ' peanuts', funny how it reminded me of my skit back in school when I was a kid of 9 or 10.. I don't remember but that's not important.. I played the character where the girl loves peanuts and walking down a road, she finds one lying there and pops it in her mouth ( I know.. I know.. picking peanuts from the road and eating.. what was she thinking except ' oh great! a tiny packet of goodness to explode in my mouth.. geez! By the way, that was some poem or a rhyme). So, after a bit of dancing, she has a tummy ache ( surprise, surprise!) and my cousin enters who played the doc. She lays me down, reprimands me and shows this big syringe where I bolt away from her and saying my tummy was fine and I learned my lesson. I still love peanuts :D ( funny how this reminded me of that and sorry for making you read all that... :/ :)

Hey! I learned a new word and here I use it.

Here I traipse from loon to loon in this godforsaken place of delirium reading, wondering, picturing their scrawls of their pens and fingers, realizing that I'm not alone.

Cheers xx Beth!

[A. Amos]

As always love reading your poem...thanks for sharing!

[Valentine]

If there were no vagabond minds All that is written would be just a bunch of boring words. Stepping outside of the box brings excitement. Valentine

[Emily]

I really like this one!
Well done!

[C.R. Miller]

Very nice. I imagine the leisurely pace of the poem matches that of the vagabond.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Strange how we form an immortal bond and give ourselves entirely to some who do confound us because they do not reciprocate but pour hot and cold water over our love. At times they are indifferent, at times they hurt us. A traipse indeed!

[Einstein Noodle]

:) brings big smile across my face KWP! meditations Nemesis .. the Vagabond .. down boy down i say!! be gone .. whats that?? is that the nothing? is it black? i see black. are those edges? is it suppose to have edges? arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! away with you ...the Vagabond!
E.

[KWP]

hahaha I laugh because that black scenario plays over in my head all the time - is it black, am i in the black, oh I am the black, the black's changing colour :) XXX

[Einstein Noodle]

making me chuckle again KWP ... the suns not up yet but the morn is already brighter ;)