![]() The Errant TravelerA Poem by carl![]() To me hope seems to come and go of it own accord.![]() 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 carlFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on November 28, 2023 Last Updated on February 16, 2025 Author![]() carlMOAboutI 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..Writing
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