The Errant Traveler

The Errant Traveler

A Poem by carl
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To me hope seems to come and go of it own accord.

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The Errant Traveler: 

 

This vision against an ashen sky

seen only with a mortal’s eyes-

tapestry trees as lovely brides

cascade softly in gossamer light.

 

Creation’s Pythagorean spheres

counter winter diurnal rhythms-

Thomas Cole allegory cathedral

lights seraphic hills terrestrial.

 

Sprites wings escape earth’s tilt

on slipstream light of first dawn-

night veil lifted invokes a peace

that ferry the darkest fears away.

 

Soul’s grand momentary notion

no yearning summons answers-

no grasp will hold an exclusion

of constant melody and refrain.

 

Not the place where hope abides

but this is where his truth resides-

in a likeness repeatedly inscribed

the Errant Traveler still remains.

 


© 2025 carl


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Hope is a lot like luck like that. We can't pin anything down, but we do feel it's presence.
I could also add faith to that list, but I as an agnostic never really believed in it until I took ill and I found myself praying and making deals with something I don't believe in, just to get out of the mess I was in at the time.
Now thankfully better, I understand faith people have a bit better, but another way of explaining it is that I am a hypocrite. 😊
I guess we all want to believe that we somehow go on in some form after life has ended. I just think that if that's the case, heaven would be hell to me, too crowded and too noisy and I'd hand my wings in gladly after about a week of that for something somewhere far quieter.
I think your second line says it all. How else can we see but with the eyes of a mortal?
Really enjoyed your words.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

carl

1 Year Ago

thank you for your time to read and review my poem, and especially for your personal comments and in.. read more



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Hope is a lot like luck like that. We can't pin anything down, but we do feel it's presence.
I could also add faith to that list, but I as an agnostic never really believed in it until I took ill and I found myself praying and making deals with something I don't believe in, just to get out of the mess I was in at the time.
Now thankfully better, I understand faith people have a bit better, but another way of explaining it is that I am a hypocrite. 😊
I guess we all want to believe that we somehow go on in some form after life has ended. I just think that if that's the case, heaven would be hell to me, too crowded and too noisy and I'd hand my wings in gladly after about a week of that for something somewhere far quieter.
I think your second line says it all. How else can we see but with the eyes of a mortal?
Really enjoyed your words.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

carl

1 Year Ago

thank you for your time to read and review my poem, and especially for your personal comments and in.. read more
Each lines when I read it looks like a double poem. So depth and meaningful way you wrote. I can take this poem as a travellers quest, a philosophical quest or in psychological terms. Great one

Posted 1 Year Ago


carl

1 Year Ago

thank you so much for your time and the kind review, greatly appreciated. I would say most likely fo.. read more
Arundass TP

1 Year Ago

Welcome friend 😊

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I am a retired English grammar and literature teacher, married, with five grown children. I enjoy reading science fiction, fantasy, biographies, and nonfiction history and philosophy. I have a BFA in .. more..

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