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

Rain that holds out

Just long enough

For a brief stroll through it,

Dazzled by its freshness.

Rain makes everything

More itself,

Soil turns deeper brown

Trees turn vibrant green

And I turn 71% water.

Vagabond Prophet

Grant me reprieve
From this man I’ve achieved.
With efforts undone
By your deeds that have won
Me over to you.
You’ve won me over to you
And you’re winning me still.

Vagabond Prophet

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.”

To be this exhausted

With crows feet and bags under eyes,

Is to have miners on my face

Digging for gold but

Finding nothing of value.

Only an ever deepening

Trench upon my brow.

Vagabond Prophet

Though your words are lovely
Your voice is more so,
Written on the air
With most elegant of quills.

Vagabond Prophet

Sensory Journey Through Winter

Close your eyes and count to three

Feel these words float down to thee

Breath in deep until it wounds,

Air so frigid as to stab.

Keep your eyes shut

You’ll feel the air but

It won’t be your friend

You’ll have to defend.

The frost it will bite

Regardless of might

Once your sweat reverses

Keeping all bad things inside.

Like your hot breath

Before a cold death

Forming clouds to swirl

Into the sky dancing.

You’ll smell it on the wind

A promise of every sapling skinned

The scent unmistakable

Of impending frozen descent.

Shavings of ice

Malformed but still nice

Descending so slowly

As though afraid to land.

Look across the land

To frozen and frictionless sand

See the horizon bleed into sky

And be unable to find the seam.

Know the boundaries of yourself

Stacked upon a shelf

Separated so obviously,

Body so warm next to world so cold.

Observe homes in hibernation

And others in annihilation

When for so long so much is dead

Find the strong few, who stubbornly live on.

Close your eyes once more

And hear a global snore

Feel branches getting thick

Beneath blankets that only chill.

Now open and be entertained

See the shaking clouds dust ordained

To smite for a time unchallenged

And just see if you can hold back a smile.

Now if you can’t restrain

It’s okay don’t refrain

Just know your lips may split

Bringing a solitary drop of colour

To a painting of purest white.

– Vagabond Prophet

@mildreflections I hope this is a satisfactory mind picture of what winter is here.