Tag: blotchedpoems

Spotlight

Sticks beating drums

Under dim light,

Red finish on the shells

Glint of cymbals.

Strings being strummed

Chords being plucked,

Melodies sung

Stories told.

I enjoyed it so,

Moving the air

And it moving people.

Most of all I loved

People enjoying

Something of my creation

And always asking for more.

– Vagabond Prophet

Homesick


A bride walks down the aisle

And all I have to show

Is a quivering smile.

I hold back the tears

Seeing her in splendour

Like I’ve done for years.

Truest beauty always seem to sadden

Reminding us we’re homesick

For somewhere we’ve never even been.

– Vagabond Prophet

Rescue Line


Silent as a shadow

Creeping through a meadow

Vivid pinks

Lush greens.

Scattering seeds into the sky

Throwing way up high,

Sowing among the heavens

That fertile garden soil.

Things planted here

Don’t ever climb near

If I plant some hope

High up above

Will it dangle down?

A rescue line tossed by wind

Hanging at the end of everything.

– Vagabond Prophet

High Tide

High tide low tide

Leaving lines on the rocks,

Gushing forth creeping back

Never sitting still.

When you’re shallow here

Are you deeper elsewhere?

Lapping at my shins

Are you thigh deep for another?

Your might unrivaled

Your vengeance always complete.

Your thirst always quenched

And hunger ever satisfied.

Whether carving stone

With a patient chisel

Or smothering flames

In a hasty torrent.

You’re always beautiful

Always terrifying

And you always

Sustain my being.

– Vagabond Prophet