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by nunya

Sunday 6th May 2018 2:29 am

I know what awaits

the homecoming of a heart

turned almost to dust

by the desert sun…

40 days

laid bare by need

reflecting the light of silence

40 days

prepared for the cannibal feast

forsaking the emptiness of the word

the question

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, O WANDERER

the cup of my tears

TASTE THE SALT AND SEASON US BY YOUR REMEMBRANCE

Comments

elPintor

Thu 17th May 2018 23:00

Thanks for the well thought comment, Suki. Sometimes I just can't get in touch with words to express--too many preoccupations, maybe.

Here's to seein' it all again on the flip...

Rachel

suki spangles

Tue 15th May 2018 06:16

Hi Rachel,

For most of us this search is an endless journey. Perhaps the destination is the journey itself; we rest our heads occasionally at the side of the road, waiting for the magic of the road ahead to meet us, as we gaze at the event horizon..

Or is that just me? I'll get my coat.

Fab poem!

Suki

elPintor

Tue 8th May 2018 01:04

Nothing stays the same and it all seems to change that much more quickly when our own timeline is accelerated along a separate path from what we consider to be baseline. That's the best way I can put it, David--there is convergence and divergence, but mostly, it all just seems to diverge. It's a good song, btw--Bruce was the last decent concert I've had the fortune to attend. I would like to have been a little more intimate than stadium-side, but we take what can get, eh?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4R35bw9N0vI

Anya, it seems that it is simply the past that we miss rather than a place. While reminiscence is something that can be shaped to our comfort, the present, no matter where we find ourselves, is much more difficult to manipulate. I'm not sure what took you away from Poland, but obviously that is where you are rooted. I hope for you too, Anya--peace within and without when you return.

Hello Martin and thank you. I wanted to do more with the formatting to help create clarity of voice amongst each line. I've never attempted to do such a thing, but feel I may attempt to explore it more.

And, Ray, you make perfect sense. Beyond dogma, there is deep poetic value to be found in this struggle. Heavens, I'm almost dizzy at the concepts that come to mind--I'm glad that I am not imprisoned in my thought by priests and religion.

Thanks Colin and Xoanxo--it's always good to hear any bit from the crowd.

Rachel x

raypool

Mon 7th May 2018 15:50

The only thing I can add to your lovely poem is that I was personally "in the wilderness" trying to find out what I wanted and who I was. Things were different after but I managed more of my potential by going there. I hope this makes sense and reflects your ideas to a point.
Thanks Rachel.

Ray