Tag: creative writing

Blue Rose

vagabondprophet:

First date I brought you a blue rose

You said nobody had ever given you one before.

A blue rose?

No.

A flower.

I couldn’t believe it,

You, my pride and joy

My flower everblooming.

I’ll spend my days being your soil,

Pruning bits that

Hinder growth.

It’ll be different for our daughter.

I’ll see to it.

One day a boy will knock for her,

Baring a flower in his hands.

Our daughter will say,

“That’s it, just one?,

Thanks but no thanks

I’ll stick with my daddy,

He knows I’m worth much more.”

– Vagabond Prophet

@delightfulharmonypoetry

Letters Unsent

You began to grow hazy

At the edge of my memory,

Sharpening your knife

On the spinning wheel of my mind.

You took my foggy view

Folding to make some clarity

Shouting words unkind

About different timelines unexplored

Involving strange knots in ropes

Involving headstones with your name.

I lied to you that day,

Left letters unsent, clinging to my tongue

Like bungee jumpers that

Can’t trust the harness won’t

Stretch into oblivion.

I was so shaken by your absence

I couldn’t tell you the truth

So I said nothing at all for months.

I left letters unsent

Words blurred on tear soaked pages.

I grew past you in a year

Like a bamboo grows past an oak,

Me young and strong, sprouting suddenly

You old and creased and resonating

Of my childhood forests

Where we’d collect the biggest leaves.

Now I can see you were

Marred from the start

With regrets running so deep

As to be confused with roots.

You were small and passionate

And you made human mistakes,

I’m strong now,

Like a plant forced to climb

The cracks in the sidewalk.

Stronger for it

And marked by it.

The letters are burned now

And we can embrace again

Though I still get confused

Whether I’m looking up at you

Down at you

Or if we’re at last on level ground.

– Vagabond Prophet

Thanks @josy57 for prompting me with “letters unsent.”

Uncontainable

Tallest mountains keep on growing,

Deepest seas never full,

Oxen heavily yolked

That will forever pull.

Grass that grows only to be cut,

To feed the greatest beasts

For unending preparations

For unending feasts.

Like tides that bathe the earth

Exfoliating her skin

And volcanoes erupting

Making beauty marks on her cheek.

Night skies more full of

White than black

That just hasn’t reached

Our eyes yet.

Like slugs rolled from tail to head

Everything comes to a point

That uncontainable must explode.

When the stones begin to scream

And whirlpools turned inside out

Shoot fountains into the sky,

When the earth with confetti

And pomp and circumstance

As never seen or heard before

We will no longer doubt

Will no longer reason or argue

That everything is promised for greatness.

Made to look beyond the confines of our skin,

Beyond the confines of long forgiven sin.

– Vagabond Prophet

– Thanks @josy57 for prompting me with “Promised for Greatness.” I hope you like it.

HOV Lane

vagabondprophet:


If you’re the kind of person

With enough baggage to use

The carpool lane alone

You’re not alone.

Want somebody to ride with?

We’ll get more smiles per hour,

We’ll kill the suspension shortly

With the weight of it all.

Do you care?

I don’t,

When the car breaks down

Leave the baggage in the trunk

Keep on walking and watch it all burn.

– Vagabond Prophet

Captain

This house will be full

Of heads needing rest

And mouths needing food.

Every bedroom window being

Fogged by steady breathing.

At the break of dawn

Seven souls will be stirred,

I’m the captain with an

Ever growing crew

And I need some wind at my back.

– Vagabond Prophet

Grip

Grip tightly to the bravery

Caught at brightest noon

When your form casts no darkness

Behind itself.

Grip tightly through

The long evening shadows

And the deep black of night

Until the sun boldly climbs the hills again.

– Vagabond Prophet