Another Road Less Traveled

They are nothing
if not taciturn--these sprit travelers.
They do not shock, or ridicule,
for  they are single-minded in their quest
for timeless realms where magic dragons play
and roar for joy that cannot be contained--
unless they are ignored for brighter flames
that drown the seas around their mystic shore.

 

They are not much
for words or diadems of thought to sway
the psyche, win the day, or call to arms
a soldier, surfeited with war or from
a restive peace,  Theirs is the steady breath
to leave one breathless, voiceless, more removed
from what a dawning day reveals  than they
had ever been before, and more in tune
with universal song,
   
although they do not sing,
for their metier is listening, and that
is quite unspeakable--they do invite
us yet, to take their hand and come along.
The journey is not wearying , and rest
awaits the patient ones.   Vacation at
the cosmic level is the prize received
unending and forever new,
                  ~

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

This piece, flows and sways like wondering waves though an ocean. It is powerfully visual and I can hear this read with the vigour and dramatic expertise of Vincent Price, I also loved the mystical content.

[Dean]

You seem to have caught the essence of the piece. But Vincent Price? I hadn't thought of him for years/

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Sometimes the absence of sound is the most beautiful thing...because it requires a level of trust in uncertainty. I felt that in this piece; the element of trust and idealization brought from youth to wisdom and then ended with such a sublime line "unending and forever new". Well done write...

[Dean]

Thanks for muddling through, though. I'm not proud of this one.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Why not, I liked it...a bit wordy in areas, but I think the concept was quite interesting.

[Dean]

yes, see...and the evidence of faults is the evidence of sloppy writing...concept is fine on the strength of itself, but A poem should look for truth...artful expression is fine when appropriate...but falls flat if it struggles to become.

[Marie]

But I think sometimes I hear them singing...

[Dean]

you are fortunate