Sunday, December 27, 2009


' conundrum '

his wanderlust is dead
or so i suppose
having seen it all ,
grave gigantic granites ,
viscous hazy ambers
glued as dusk to a vineyard ,
brooks springing out of nowhere
to let the beavers be ,
road-mapping the dirt tracks
to reach where the rainbows don't ,
he ties his laces yet ,
where to i quiz
he answers in riddles
- where i find myself
grounded as the tree
whose driftwood i am ..

/ original / z.g.

[ Ed : Line 3 - he has seen it all ]


  1. you, my friend, are the Riddler.

    'grounded as tree whose driftwood I am'. That's amazing poetry.

    I'm with Jeeves on this one--it is brilliant.
    Thank you.

  2. this is so creative, I enjoyed the journey.

  3. I love the mystical feel of this - the lovely words that delineate the stillness and the wanderlust. Wonderful.
    BTW, I did post the Wanderlust image in B&W on my Art Blog - I wonder what you see!

  4. hi sue ,

    that is just a coinicidence! never went to ur art blog - -

    if i'd seen the b&w image why would i ask u to do it if ' possible '

  5. Oh, I posted it after you asked! Couldn't think where else to put it... :)

  6. Well, Zoya, can the piece of driftwood join back into the tree from which it came?
    Can a baby be unborn and become a part of the mother's egg and the father's sperm again?

  7. Very nice imagery in your poem. Several of the lines invoke introspection and a hidden desire. Wanderlust dead? How can this be?

  8. Wanderlust dead? How can this be? _

    indeed loch , how can that be ?

    it is on the wings of poetry that the plane of Orville & Wilbur flies _ / The Wright brothers, Orville (August 19, 1871 – January 30, 1948) and Wilbur (April 16, 1867 – May 30, 1912) /

    - poetry & wanderlust are the dna of

    & u r dead right Jim - that would be grossly unscientific ! ..

    to all the wonderful readers who patiently scan through the rubbish of my words _
    and add color to this b&w blog - -

    warmest good wishes for a happy 2010 !

    & as always

    many thanks indeed


  9. no ennui, but transcendent beauty...somewhere beyond. this is brilliant!
    Wishing you a joyous new year.

  10. Those last two lines are pure, pure genius. Wonderful end to a great poem.