Virgin Forests


Through virgin forests

And unplucked gems

Twisted vines

Thoughts do stem.

Stroll through winding trails

And I’m nearly planted

By the weight of glory

Pressing me into the earth.

Almost sprouting roots

And taking up residence

In the innocence of things green.

Step back, run home

Think about this maybe forever,

Famous last words.

In my comfort zone,

Where nothing satisfies

And nothing is better than me

Lenses only blur

And spinning the reel

Only lengthens distance between

Me and dreams of late.

Where my appetite can consume,

Crunching through anything

To enjoy a fleeting taste

Of something not even real.

Next time I’ll do it

I will spread roots deep

Shoot my everything

Into the richness of the soil

The only true kingdom on earth.

Keep my ideals high

So I can’t taint or splinter

Keep my foundation low

So I can stand upon it.

Finally find somewhere

For my teeth to be defeated

Turned to dust by a truth

So much harder than themselves.

– Vagabond Prophet

 Thank you @josy57 for the prompt “Virgin Forests”

Chattering

Sails flick while chattering

To the wind deciding

How to best throw itself

Into its arms.

Port rocks to starboard

And back again

While I’m throwing my insides

Over the rail into the sea.

Mainsail catches and off we go

Pushed along by nothing

Except the breath of the sea

My stomach as a sacrifice.

The water decides most things

And today to swell and fall

Bucking like a horse.

It’s just the risk you take

When you let her be herself.

– Vagabond Prophet

Deadly Sin #1

Lust: To be enamoured with rust.

The way that the seasons stand

Upon the shoulders of those

That came before.

In the end always toppling into winter,

As anything found in death

Must to death return.

Vagabond Prophet

Such a passionate love

As to spill past covers front and back

And into my veins.

So if I must bleed I bleed for love

Your sacrifice surging forth

From my languid vessels

And into plain sight.

Where devils and angels

Fly unseen by those of us with skin.

Vagabond Prophet

Tag Game

Poetry Tag Game

@jamesponse tagged me let’s do this thing.

When did you start to write poetry?

In high school, then after high school I stopped for nearly a decade and now I’m back again!

Do you write poetic prose, free verse or use set forms?

Usually free verse, just whatever wants to come out at the time.

Name 3 main themes you explore in your poetry:

Faith, Love, Nature.

Name 3 things which get you inspired:

People watching, spending time out of doors, music.

Name 3 elements of nature most often mentioned in your poetry:

Night sky, waves, and wind.

Name 3 words you love:

Unwieldy, petrichor, adorned.

Name 3 words you hate:

Certain curse words, Racial slurs, cliche.

Do you have a preferred time of day for writing?

Well I only ever write at night, because it’s the only chance I ever get, so night time but I also don’t have anything to compare it to.

Add one question of your own to this list:

What’s the most cups of coffee you’ve ever drank in one day?

Do you ever run out of words to write?

Sometimes I get blocked, but not often, more often than not I have too many words and get lost while trying to arrange them nicely.

Do you have any other social media where you showcase your poetry?

No sir.

Come up with a prompt and tag a Tumblr poet who you want to inspire:  

Write a love letter to your favourite breakfast. @lillypads-starrynights

Tag 3 Tumblr poets who you want to get to know better:

@mildreflections @josy57 @sarahmariepardy

Driving the nail through the board

To bridge the gap, build a fjord

Marrying you and me

Against calamity.

Rings around fingers

Fingers intertwined

Spun round a heart

Loving you you will find.

Vagabond Prophet

Thanks @josy57 for the prompt “driving the nail.”