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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


34 comments:

  1. One ear invariably cocked for the sound of distant drums) LOL

    I like her and if you get to make sweet music with her occasionally, count your blessings:) Very enjoyable read; witty, humorous and clever.

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    1. Now and then (or now and again) lol Thanks so much for the kind words!

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  2. very illusive this 'she' ; makes me think Moby Dick

    Thanks for dropping in to read mine Timoteo

    much love...

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  3. I think you should always count your lucky hours with a bird like that... but as long as she returns...

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    1. Ha...the swallows do come back to Capistrano, last I heard.

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  4. A wild and beautiful bird, she sounds. Loved this, Tim.

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    1. Thanks, Sherry. The bird is on the wing as we speak.

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  5. I 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...

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  6. This 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:

    "long past remembering
    what she's running to
    or running from"

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  7. 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. :)

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  8. A vivid portrait, clear-sighted yet affectionate.

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  9. I like it - dream on, fare maiden, Dream on

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  10. I enjoyed the character sketch... Thanks for joining us ~

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  11. past remembering
    what she's running to
    or running from... a roving gypsy soul....nicely written!!

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  12. Great poem and character! A joy to read!

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  13. Very nice character study - as long as she returns!

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  14. ... she was prolly born dat way ... smiles ... one of you best poems yet ... Love, cat

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    1. I suspect dat's true, and nothing can be done--lol

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