Wanderlust

Neither society nor the times bind me

Neither does the mortal love of this world

Nor the fear of the nothingness beyond

The horizon beckoning like an inconsolable lover

Crying on the shore as her paramour sails off

The skies beyond in lovely streaks of blood cerise

Streaking down in wild strokes of an artist’s brush

Spreading the eternal expanse of his untamed mind

 

At crossroads, fate calls out on different paths

Memories fading out in the mist of twilight

Moving on from the deadweight of the past

My heart moving against the power of its clasp

As the infinitely meandering roads seduce forever

Spreading rivers of wanderlust in my restless mind

Reviews

[Heather]

I like how you started the poem, how you are not bound by social norms, what we all seem to be bound to in this lifetime. Its a rare person who can step outside of what is socially accepted to be their own, stand out and not take the path most followed. The lines that got me in this piece were the infinitely meandering roads and restless mind, perhaps because I can relate. Trying to find fault in this poem is difficult, because I find it to be a profound piece.

[Marie]

You will move forward forever...that's what poets do.