Tag: poetry sprint

Bags under eyes, lids propped open regretfully. Blood slows in a traffic jam uncharged by adequate rest. Steps shorten and stumble. A slingshot, a catapult, a trebuchet will do, give me velocity to find my way to you. Fling me high and send me soaring across the night sky, skip me across calm waters, nock me on your bowstring and give me shrewdest point for wherever you’re aiming today.

Vagabond Prophet

I have wept for losses kept, begrudgingly unlatched from this breast more appropriately called “slumber”. I’m no tractor I’m no horse I don’t have enough torque to pull this baggage. Leave them behind like expired spices, no longer seasoning or giving flavour, only turning more to dust with each passing year.

Vagabond Prophet

– Another sprint, hope somebody enjoys it.