Tag: poetpardy

I’ve no sense of direction
You provide me with wind to find my way
Holding wet fingers up high following your breath.

All sound is born from silence
And you created both.
Only you could dash me to pieces
And have it somehow leave me whole.

Vagabond Prophet

Atlas

An Atlas problem, back once broken

Beneath the gravity of everything,

One came and took my burden

The crushing load of life and sadness and sin.

You took it and took it so well,

No more world upon my back!

My hope begins to wax,

Yet my spine still slopes

It may take time, more than this lifetime

For my body to straighten.

I still find that boredom breeds only treachery,

In the serfdom of my heart

The beggars still start riots,

However bigger and above and transcendent!

By your melodies I escaped the weight of tragedy,

And in your sanctuary I’ll bend back to shape.

In your joy you’ll quiet this mutineers heart.

– Vagabond Prophet

Prompt Day 13

Most peoples rituals?

Buttoning top to bottom,

Pizza on Fridays.

My rituals?

Bombarding those I know

With preposterous queries.

It’s just what’s in this mind

That wants out.

What colour is your letter A?

What colour is your imaginary dragon?

Rather have horns or a tail?

Favourite food ethnicity?

Rather be deaf or blind?

Rather freeze or burn to death?

I grow weary of small talk

I find it just so little.

I want to learn what shapes

A person’s thoughts

And which hilltop

Their compass says is north.

Make your thoughts work

Make one nerve ending stretch

To unknown territory to reach the next

Unusual shapes just to bridge that gap.

Learn your favourite word in nineteen languages.

Don’t be a lazy suzan,

Spinning the same ideas round and round.

I bore of the weather,

I bore of sports.

But to discuss something

Never discussed before

That just might interest.

– Vagabond Prophet

– Bonus points for anybody who answers those questions for me, I think my co-workers are getting tired of me pestering them.

Prompt Day 12

I don’t see many people these days,

There lights blind my eyes

I run and I hide.

My name is Aurora

Come north come at dark

And I’ll dance for you

Through the night.

My flowy dress twirls outwards

And my hair changes colours

You’ve never seen before.

My fingers writing stories in the sky

In a language long forgotten.

I see my face reflected

In the great lakes,

I really am radiant

And wanting to share my beauty.

I want somebody to talk to,

Somebody to sing to,

Somebody to quarrel with.

Come further north, further still

Bring no light of your own

For I’ll light our lives enough,

And you’ll only diminish me.

– Vagabond Prophet