Love's Vagabond

I am love's vagabond, eternally walking
those tracks. Like the rails, love and I are

forever equidistant. But as I look into
the future, I am duped, seduced by the
illusion that out in that distance, those

rails will eventually converge, if only I

will persist, just keep trudging forward.

More likely, you are simply the next in a

sequence of locomotives, lurching along

towards me and yet another bloody

rendezvous. We have both seen this story

before, and we know full well, how it ends.

Reviews

[Kristina Moulaison]

I love the title and you know how I love the image of walking the tracks hurling hope against the horizon. The picture of this character trudging along, resigned and yet daring to glimpse ahead. "towards that same old bloody point of rendezvous" is a great, vivid line!

[Sami Khalil]

I like this write...Thank you for sharing...:)

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Thank you sir.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Emily Feret]

Wow, what a great piece. I rarely favorite a poem to read again later, but this one really intrigued me. This is why I joined this site, to be inspired and read great things. This was a great thing,

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Thank you Emily. That was a very kind review.

[Emily B]

what did einstein say? you know the quote about doing the same thing and expecting different results . . . maybe you need to blaze a new trail

[Creepy Swine Guy]

In the way of reply (NOT review-fishing) I refer you to my poem entitled "But".

[TL Boehm]

this is lovely and melancholy and bittersweet. It makes me ache a little - we all go through this with 'someone'