Vagabond Poet

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Poems
Mixing thought with surroundings.

Submitted: May 02, 2019

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The dark and billowing clouds

Drift gently from the sea

And the salty air and ocean sounds

Surround my lonely Cypress tree.

 

It is a song to the senses

And a dance in the sky

But the song has no words

So I hum this Lullaby.

 

I hear the sound of Gulls

And watch the thunderous waves

Move the sand in abstract patterns

Resembling muted graves.

 

The sandpiper is on the hunt

But the sand-crab, she is gone,

She slipped beneath the sand

To find a life that lingers on.

 

But I do not see the vagabond poet

That spoke of life and things unknown

The one who wrote his poems in sand

Hoping one would turn to stone.

 

 

JEFalcon

05-02-2019


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