Original Poetry about anything and everything.
I’m kind of prickly always have been,
How do I keep you safe
And love you at the same time?
After the open wound
Of new love scabs over
With the clots of commitment
We’ll be thicker skinned
And my spikes will be thinned.
Though I am committed
I’m still an open wound,
How about you?
– Vagabond Prophet
The coffee bitter
May lend vigor
As your need beckons
With cast iron eyelids.
The aching blistered feet
May still travel
As your destination croons
“Come hither.”
The convoluted spine
May still bare some burden
As I trudge the road
Trodden by many before me.
I can see their faith rewarded
In the footprints on the path,
So many that I follow
But none that do return.
Now this knotted mind
Will journey on and surrender,
The rebels in my heart
Will lay down arms
And all past harms
Working backwards
Will stitch themselves.
– Vagabond Prophet
Like truffles your brilliance and wonder takes a certain amount of skill to exhume, but I will spend my life being a student of you. I may be swine and you may be pearls before me, but together we shall do great things.
Stop up my ears
With drunkards used corks
So I may hear no evil.
Gouge my hungry eyes
That I may see no evil.
Bind my hands together
With the lashings of my acts
That I may do no evil.
This is what I deserve
And much worse
But to curse
Was never your intent.
You open my ears
And sing with wind as your accordion
Play the branches as your harp
That I may hear hope.
You open my eyes
You hold my gaze
When I stare into clear skies
That I may see beauty.
Cut my binds free
And tie them to yourself
That this man of clay
Who ought to decay
May know freedom.
I am but the dribble of paint
Animated into something that can smile.
– Vagabond Prophet
The featureless face
Has known no joy or sorrow,
So when you see me
With my visage deeply fissured
Remember life has hewn me.
I have peeled back my skin
To let life better in,
It has shaped me
As the river does the canyon.
Beginning a flat expanse
Until the life bringing rush
Begins to carry away
What was dead.
Leaving only the elemental me
The undilutable you
The saturated facthood
Of who I’m made to be.
I stowed the truth away
Far below deck
And tightened my sails
Heading always west.
You and I always tied
Though I may have denied
Your course set east
Made taut the distance between us.
The chord stretched tight
It sang a plight
Plucked beautifully by the wind.
The song so mournful
The plaintive cry so sorrowful,
Weeping into the sea
Tasting the salt pouring from my eyes
Into the salt spoken from your tongue
I knew I could not escape you.
Though you’ve been forever constant
Today is no assurance of tomorrow,
Carve me sharply
Take hammer and chisel
Sculpt this stony soul.
With careful but persistent love
Shape this brow
And make cavernous my visage
As you alone see fit.
When this trunk falls
Count the rings
Of this wooden heart
And know I thank you
For the chance to have grown at all.
I’ll even thank you for the toothy blade
That brings me to my knees
For death that day
May be better than growing pains.
You demolish me more beautifully
Than I could ever adorn myself.
– Vagabond Prophet
@josy57 thank you for the totally groovy prompt “A featureless face.” It’s always a good time.
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