Scales

Jagged memories the kind you handle carefully

Or not at all,

Lest they claw their way through

The corridors of your mind

With all those telling pin pricks of blood.

Thoughts intruding at cruelest hours

Syphoning off what was left of your spirit.

Shed them all peel them off

Scrape them from reluctant skin,

Cutting scales from skin grown accustomed.

Trading all loneliness for solitude

And all grief for joy,

Goodness earned through strife

Is a high price to pay

But not to is much higher.

– Vagabond Prophet

Silver

Silver chain with silver locket

Open to discover sweetest of faces,

And between them a helm.

Reminding me that life is a vast sea

And I must always find true north

No matter how the waves may roll and pitch.

Their cheeks their smiles

Bringing pinkish hues

To this heart fanned into flame

By the ones who share my eyes.

– Vagabond Prophet

– Thanks @josy57 for the promp “A lock around your neck.”

Do roots speak to trunks?

‘You go up, I’ll go out

Together we’ll conquer the earth.’

Wild charm,

soundless music

Wordless poetry.

Vagabond Prophet

Fruits of the Spirit #6

Goodness as defined by the poets dictionary:

Definition: Goodness can’t fit properly in a person so it comes out the hands and it pours out the lips.

Goodness cares nothing for its host, but rather for those around the host. This most generous of parasites that would give your possessions away simply because another has greater need.

Other definitions include: The change one wants to see in the world, dancing down the street to unheard music handing out sandwiches.

Care for others, regardless of liking the others in question.

Antonyms: Selfish, self-centered, Unempathetic.

Only goodness forsakes its own hunger, to feed a starving stranger.

– Vagabond Prophet

@mildreflections we’re almost finished! Can’t wait to see what you do next.