Exit Sign POEM

A poem, part of The 2nd Burden Anthology. (For those with cold feet and warm hearts.) <3

One more door, another exit sign. 

This other world, left behind. 

Do I carry gypsy blood? Fleeting star

through all these floods. I can't

help my walking ways, even if 

I lose parts of myself whenever I

part ways. 

I must profess that I feel less real,

the phantom stranger on the

photo reel. Walking passed the 

smiling couple, forever bound to 

the numbness that follows from

my hopeless Wanderlust. 

Perhaps a concluding remark for those

more statically inclined, to smile

upon a stranger kind - for we who

travel still need hope; 

your smile our only antidote. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I believe, comes a time. All of us feel like the lines below.
"I must profess that I feel less real,
the phantom stranger on the
photo reel. Walking passed the
smiling couple, forever bound to
the numbness that follows from
my hopeless Wanderlust. "
When we forget wanderlust, our Gypsy soul. What are we? Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[C Peril]

Thank you so much for your review Coyote! I'm glad that, on some level, my poem seemed to resonate with you a little. And what a poignant question you pose - the desire to roam can produce painful results as you extricate yourself from the familiar things that breed meaning and support, but perhaps it is the gift that keeps life fresh and new, that saves us from stagnation and atrophy.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poetry did and you are welcome.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

" Everybody's looking for some way in, I'm looking for some way out. Been wasting my time, standing in line, if this is what it's all about. She don't know when I look down the road, how it gets under my skin. She's got my body but my heart and soul are out there riding the wind...drinking and dreaming...knowing damn well I can't go. I'll never see Texas, L.A. or old Mexico." Waylon Jennings Drinking and Dreaming

But I've seen Texas. Well, most of it. (laughing) It's a fairly big state. I'm the proud grandfather of some little Texans. I had traveling bones once but I think arthritis set into them and slowed me down some. (smile) This was great to read.