Balsa Wood
If I could remake you
Out of balsa wood
Would I?
You’d be lighter
Yet strong,
Easily take flight.
The wind would push
Against your wings
And caress your face.
Ascension, descension,
Thrown by the carelessness
Of the air and the sky.
Letting every splinter
Alter your course,
Dancing on the map.
Would you even return,
Fight the current
To come back to me.
I see you in the flesh
And swear
You’re something better
Could I set you free?
Free of the land
And free of me.
Knots and imperfections
Same as now,
But you would fly.
You belong
High above me,
A distant speck.
I can’t make this choice
I’m selfish in my love,
What say You?
Wind filled wingspan?
Or me, simply me,
Pink tongue, white teeth.
I’ll be yours
To hold and kiss,
To wriggle against.
I know it’s a poor choice.
I’ve always ruffled
One too many feathers.
So which is it?
The clouds,
Cotton and dewy.
Or me, simply me
I’ll hold you close
And love you tenderly.
If you wish
I’ll remake you
Out of balsa wood
But know that if
The gale proves too much,
You may return to me
I’d make you safe again
Peeling back every ring
Of that lovely balsa wood.
– Vagabond Prophet
Tag: poetry
Starry Night
My fingers trace the contours of your face,
There is an uncanny familiarity.
I have long stared out at the night sky,
And wondered if anything could be so pretty.
It is strange how name forges skin,
Some would say it’s destiny.
I have long spent time finding meaning,
Behind such brilliant anomalies.
It is sad beauty never sees itself,
The night doesn’t know and neither do you.
How the moon forms in your smile,
And the stars sparkle in your eyes.
How every blemish on your skin,
Is like a foamy cloud that gives the sky substance.
You are what I have always lost myself into,
But in a form I can hold.
My fingers can finally trace the light,
And know the true warmth
Of a starry night.
– Mild Reflections
Unenlightening
I can hear it off the eaves
Drip drip drip.
Distant coyotes,
Yip yip yip.
The darkness and fog
Combine and decide,
Unenlightening.
Tonight we unenlighten.
The rain comes quicker
And thicker than before,
Making soil so fertile
As to be barren.
One dewy drop
Says to another,
“We’re so heavy, full of wet,
Tonight let’s unenlighten.”
That’s when I start to feel,
Along with tobacco smoke
Swirling in my mind,
I’m being unenlightened.
Flipping through your pages
Traditions get unraveled.
With your gold gilded edges,
The unenlightening is frightening.
Contradicting every wisdom
That I’ve ever known.
You put your trust in vagrants,
Rather than royalty.
You talked to strangers
Befriended cheats,
Trusted prostitutes,
Beguiling in the streets.
So I’ll do it I’ll commit,
To break the mold,
To be an idiot,
To become unenlightened.
Rain’s just pouring now,
I’ve just learned up is down,
Meaning we’re all drowning.
I’m the only one who knows.
Thank God for unenlightening.
– Vagabond Prophet
Cheese
If even milk can die
And turn into something great
What does that say of me?
In my current state.
If fruit can perish
Turning into wine
Give strength to my gut,
But not straight off the vine.
Okay you’ve made it clear
I’ll undergo the transformation,
I’ll die and die again
Is this truly salvation?
– Vagabond Prophet
Bad Part of Town
They call this
The ‘bad’ part of town
The part with the foodbank
And the building for supervised visits.
Families separated
Estranged by circumstance,
Needy, not bad
Desperate not volatile.
I’ll tell you about
The bad part of town,
It’s up on the hill
It’s all chrome and glass.
Throwing food away
Every single day
Ignoring their children
Who just want to play.
– Vagabond Prophet
Fruits Of The Spirit #1
Long Suffering as
described by the poetic dictionaryDefinition:
Forging soul like moulding iron. The furnace screeching
unspeakable horrors, constant heat feeding molten flames and the periodic fall
of a hammer; all endured and all absorbed finally delivering a glistening
product.Other Definitions:
- Riding on a bumpy road. Tossing, falling but
never stopping to reach your destination.- Enduring absence; holding hope when all seems
unreachable.Synonyms Include:
- Tolerant
- Strong Will
Antonyms Include:
- · Complaining
Long suffering is to
realize that good things and great laurels are not gifted through ease but
earned through diligence and discomfort.
Collaborating with @vagabondprophet . Thank you for letting me in on your project.
Glad to have you on board. Great job keep it up.
On Writing With Music
There is something about music,
That calls upon words.
It plunges into our hearts,
Finding what we could never feel,
And puts them on our tongue,
So we can taste
The flavor of symphonies.
Every note conjures a scene,
Every beat breaths a thought.
Resonating in the deepest depths of our soul,
Forging stories we forgot.
And soon we are lost,
Our mind put to a trance.
Under the sparks of a billion neurons,
We watch as our words dance.
They come out and sway to the rhythm,
Surf the waves of trembling sound.
And I have now come to know,
When beauty begets beauty,
Even sullen works,
Seem to glow.
– Mild Reflections
I love this, puts into words a lot of my feelings about the magic of music. Thanks for this.
Drowning
Rushing in and out,
Twice a day everyday.
Highs and lows
In lofty throws.
Leaving lines on the rocks
Of past embraces
Felt a thousand times before,
Too be felt a thousand times more.
Predictably relentless,
Like taxes or red lights,
But much more real
With much more zeal.
No easy thing to resist
To shift your weight
From bottom to top
Full speed and full stop.
I’ll give my all to fight this squall
Resist a sea that plucks
Whenever it pleases
Tossing whitecap teases.
That’s just how it feels
Living here and believing
In stories great and true
Though some may say askew.
A world in love with authenticity
That’s somehow always fiction
It can feel so hollow
And unsated with each swallow.
This rhythmic pulsing of humanity
Blood pressure from disease untreated,
I know this cure
It’s simple and it’s pure.
I’ve never done drugs
Yet know what addiction is
I’ve been the man in sin
I’ve been lost in swamps within.
I have battled my own blood
Wrestled my own current
Distraught with its intent
To assimilate to a soul bent.
I have fought to untangle
My dreams from nightmares
To realize in deepest chagrin
The differences are thin.
If you want to walk against the tide
Of your broken nature clawing
I’ll show you the path
But first get rid of wrath.
When water starts rising
Up and past your navel
Find the one rivulet
Rebellious and immaculate.
The one teaspoon in an ocean
That when tide rushes up
It rushes down
With upside down frown.
Follow it abandoning all
Strip all that drags you down
Be cleansed by drowning the part
Of you that was dead from the start.
– Vagabond Prophet
Thanks @josy57 for the prompt “Against the Tide”
No secret rung
To which I’ve clung,
Concrete and brick
Mortar laid thick
Won’t hold me back
From a sky
That is mine to attack.
– Vagabond Prophet
A Place I Love
It is not high enough to
Drown your breath.
But it is high enough,
To lay the city at your feet.
And with every step you ascend,
You will find yourself closer to serenity.
There are places in this world,
Where words flow like eternal streams.
Brimming over soul and mind
To proclaim,
Its love for simplicity.
And when on top you would find,
This place to be much the same.
Don’t mind the dogs that scamper,
They too are in awe.
Go all the way to ridge,
This is what you came for.
Watch as time loses meanings,
Your feet glued to the sand.
Illusions of nature,
Watch the sky kiss the land.
And if you stay long enough,
You would hear the bells.
There is a church here,
So quiet you couldn’t tell.
But the bell is not for prayer,
No, it is for the kids.
Those wronged by fate stay here,
Spreading joy and bliss.
Watch them come out and play,
Watch the innocence on their face.
And when it is time to descent,
You would know you are in love with this place.
– Mild Reflections
@vagabondprophet I hope I was able to transport you to a place I really like over here.
Really love this piece, everybody look and be amazed by a talented poet.
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