wayfarer

wayfarer

A Poem by highonwords



the dark, growing eyes,
waking from cavernous sleep,
it feels its way to me,
a wayfarer, i have harnessed storms,
spun tornadoes from my palms,
and whispered songs to snakes,
i have come and gone,
desert to desert, stone to stone,
i have bitten the heads off birds,
before they could pick the light
off my eyes, i have sat, quietly,
with bare-boned tribesmen,
until the fire became embers,
embers became sated ash,
until they made for the plains,
the back-roads to the lights, far-off
and i was left alone,
between a pensive kiss,
a sore-eyed whimper



© 2016 highonwords


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Quite an intriguing and thought provoking piece that flows rather elegantly ...

Posted 8 Years Ago


highonwords

8 Years Ago

hi marvin - thank you so much for the wonderful visit and comment

steph
A Native American feel, but also a romantic one. The awakening of love....painful at times....the passionate fire burns and then turns to ashes, but it is always worth it. I liked this, Steph. Lydi**

Posted 8 Years Ago


highonwords

8 Years Ago

thank you, lydia, for the wonderful visit and comment - glad you like the poem :)

ste.. read more
i saw a vagabond in this piece. perhaps, he is looking for a place to call home...

Posted 8 Years Ago


highonwords

8 Years Ago

thank you, ate gabs, for the visit and your words

steph
this is what i was thinking before reading the author's note.

i found someone waking up to a feeling of love, after hibernating her heart for a very long time...

and then---the speaker knows the risk...that pensive kiss will find response that is positive...or
a whimper as she steals away back to the hibernation.

i would leave out the note...and let readers respond to the poem as it speaks to them...

i really liked all the imagery that gave me visions of relationships...

Posted 8 Years Ago


highonwords

8 Years Ago

thank you, jacob, for the insight and visit :)

always,
steph
This is a very cool poem. I really like the lines "I have harnessed storms, / spun tornadoes from my palms, / and whispered songs to snakes" - very intriguing and powerful. The image of the fire becoming embers and then ash is also very cool, and the structure of how it is presented is excellent. Nicely done!

Posted 8 Years Ago


highonwords

8 Years Ago

hi alicia -

thank you so much for the review and the visit - appreciate it so much - .. read more

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Added on March 17, 2016
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NOTE: Formerly my pen-name on this site is letterhead, but since i also have an account on DeviantArt, with a different pen-name, which is highonwords (stephanie) - i am going to use highonwords here .. more..

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