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
Tag: quotes
Brushfire
Your mother said I wasn’t right
Not serious enough,
Now we laugh until we’re pink
Thinking of being with anyone else.
Resonating something deep inside me
I didn’t even know needed vibration.
I was kindling
You were a match
Together we’re a brushfire.
Burning and spreading until
Our love insisted on having
Skin of its own.
Now you’re a mother
And I’m a father
And together
We are the stewards
Of the miraculous.
– Vagabond Prophet
Shooting stars, the carrier pigeons
Of worlds long gone cold
No longer spinning only hurtled
Burning up with one last urgent message
“The idea of me has lasted
Long after my embers turned to ice,
Will the same be said of you?”
Vagabond Prophet
Late July and overcast
Clouds as heavy as my eyelids,
Ready to spill open
And move on to better weather.
Vagabond Prophet
They call me the commuting poet,
For I conjure verses
On my way to places.
It’s remembering them
Long enough to find a pen
That’s my real weakness.
Vagabond Prophet
“IF YOU’RE READING THIS AND SHOUTING IN THE PRIVACY OF YOUR OWN MIND YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT THE MOST DIRE NEEDS, THE DEEPEST URGENCIES, ARE whispered.”
— Vagabond Prophet
7 Years
Seven years ago we
Braided our lives together,
I’ve never felt taller
Than I did that day.
My shoes red
Your shoes yellow
Dancing they turned orange.
Orange like sunset
On the days of scorn from others,
Trying to bring clouds
To a sunny day.
Orange like sunrise
On the best chapter of my life.
– Vagabond Prophet
You’ve been the bright
Spots in the sky,
Giving meaning to my nights
As well as being the lens
Through which I see it.
Vagabond Prophet
Fruits of the Spirit #2
Peace as defined by the poets dictionary
Definition: A tranquility of the spirit that envelopes body, mind, and soul.
Slowing and making graceful your actions for the lack of emergency. The cool waters to calm the aching muscles of your weary heart. The world spinning on as it ever did but your own thoughts remain steady and don’t sway in every wind that blows by, untossed by the waves that ebb and flow. Anchored to steadiest of ground and content in a secure hope, casting aside worries, not because they’re not worrisome but because peace covers it and renders it unimportant.
Other definitions include: The draught that aims to tame the flame which burns your passion into poison.
Achievement and maintenance of amiable relations with your neighbours, forgetting the grass and the corresponding colours but learning about the people behind the fences and being okay with the differences.
Antonyms: Anxiety, restlessness, anger, wrath, violence.
Only peace endeavours to leave blood unspilled, instead doing its good work to bring air where before was only despair.
– Vagabond Prophet
@mildreflections thanks for coming along on this journey, can’t wait to see what you come up with next.
If you are the songbird
Can I be the air?
Coursing through your lungs
To make verses so fair.
Vagabond Prophet
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