To him of Truth
Inures wealth of heart.
Wisdom grows its roots
in the sands of time.
I am a free man
given to adventure
when and if I find it,
I pray my passions run amok.
at the core, the common characteristic among us of such disparate views, diverse cultures, and multitude of experiences, is our genius and the universal uniqueness of it.
bare a boy
I ran out of youth
yea, it was then
the running Began
I am bound to eternal restlessness,
Born to shiver in the warmth,
To perspire in the chill.
I stay a child of Saturday for having no more ambition than that.
I wander down roads less traveled for the mysteries are greater there.
Struggling to know one thought profound, never writ nor spoken.
Should I encounter thee, I offer my hand, my smile; lest I remain a stranger forever wonder what passion lies unearthed in thy soul.
I have come from where there are few neighbors to where they are aplenty and I yearn return to where I was before I got back here.
Each one with whom you travel owns a microcosm of your life and though she goes her separate way, your story’s there within her.
Loved it! There appears to be a gentleness in your word choice. Nice one!
Thank you for reading. . . and enjoying.
Was that a red, red robin a bob-bob-bobbin’ along? 🙂
Such a lovely poem of nature, life and day winking.
Thank you for reading my poem.
lovely…i had a sense of afternoon day dreams…a lulled moment
Love the images your words paint, especially that first line.
Thank you for reading my poem and for leaving your kind comments.
I like the winking day and the intoxicating slumber! And, yes, this is whimsical, fun.
I’m pleased you stopped by. I’m glad to have your comments.
Wonderful word play, really liked “intoxicating slumber” very nice!