Tuesday, September 6, 2016
VAGABOND
the only thing he can say for sure
the only thing the irrefutable evidence points to
is that she loves wandering
more than any person, place, or thing
and anyone who wishes to curry favor with her
must first scroll to read the terms and conditions
and click on I accept before proceeding
it just goes with the territory
or province
where she may materialize
at any particular time
in between
she's a caged cat
pacing back and forth
back and forth
waiting
still
he's happy he gets to rock
her Gypsy soul on occasion
making sweet hot music together
(one ear invariably cocked
for the sound of distant drums)
long past remembering
what she's running to
or running from
soon she'll be coiled tightly again
ready to spring for glimmering stars
though they're only in her eyes
so near
yet so far away
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One ear invariably cocked for the sound of distant drums) LOL
ReplyDeleteI like her and if you get to make sweet music with her occasionally, count your blessings:) Very enjoyable read; witty, humorous and clever.
Now and then (or now and again) lol Thanks so much for the kind words!
Deletevery illusive this 'she' ; makes me think Moby Dick
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping in to read mine Timoteo
much love...
Moby Dick--ha ha. (Thar she blows!)
DeleteI think you should always count your lucky hours with a bird like that... but as long as she returns...
ReplyDeleteHa...the swallows do come back to Capistrano, last I heard.
DeleteI like her too.
ReplyDeleteIt seems to be unanimous :)
DeleteA wild and beautiful bird, she sounds. Loved this, Tim.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sherry. The bird is on the wing as we speak.
DeleteI do adore a Gypsy because of her deep, musical soul -- and her penchant to wander and dream -- a lovely poem, Tim -- I do hope you catch those stars, elusive as they are...
ReplyDeleteThanks for the thought, my poetic friend!
DeleteThis is a great poem. ~Lots of fun. But I really like how this part goes just a touch deeper and rubs against those more painful, raw places inside:
ReplyDelete"long past remembering
what she's running to
or running from"
I also like that inside "vagabond" is a VA/GA (Virginia/Georgia) bond ... I guess she's running // her hands and legs up and down the East Coast. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for your insightful comment, Joon!
DeleteA vivid portrait, clear-sighted yet affectionate.
ReplyDeleteSpot on, Rosemary!
DeleteWhat is she running to/from?
ReplyDeleteThe answer is blowin' in the wind.
DeleteI like it - dream on, fare maiden, Dream on
ReplyDeleteLovely...and thanks.
DeleteFreedom, your poem oozes with it.
ReplyDeleteHope you wore a bib while reading, Susie :)
DeleteI enjoyed the character sketch... Thanks for joining us ~
ReplyDeletepast remembering
ReplyDeletewhat she's running to
or running from... a roving gypsy soul....nicely written!!
Thank you so much!
DeleteGreat poem and character! A joy to read!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mom!
DeleteThis is fabulous!!
ReplyDeleteYeah, but so are you--lol
DeleteVery nice character study - as long as she returns!
ReplyDeleteAs the swallows return to Capistrano :)
Delete... she was prolly born dat way ... smiles ... one of you best poems yet ... Love, cat
ReplyDeleteI suspect dat's true, and nothing can be done--lol
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