' 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 ]
Brilliant
ReplyDeleteyou, my friend, are the Riddler.
ReplyDelete'grounded as tree whose driftwood I am'. That's amazing poetry.
I'm with Jeeves on this one--it is brilliant.
Thank you.
this is so creative, I enjoyed the journey.
ReplyDeleteI love the mystical feel of this - the lovely words that delineate the stillness and the wanderlust. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteBTW, I did post the Wanderlust image in B&W on my Art Blog - I wonder what you see!
hi sue ,
ReplyDeletethat 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 '
Oh, I posted it after you asked! Couldn't think where else to put it... :)
ReplyDeleteWell, Zoya, can the piece of driftwood join back into the tree from which it came?
ReplyDeleteCan a baby be unborn and become a part of the mother's egg and the father's sperm again?
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Very nice imagery in your poem. Several of the lines invoke introspection and a hidden desire. Wanderlust dead? How can this be?
ReplyDeleteWanderlust dead? How can this be? _
ReplyDeleteindeed 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
mankind
& 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
z.g.
no ennui, but transcendent beauty...somewhere beyond. this is brilliant!
ReplyDeleteWishing you a joyous new year.
Those last two lines are pure, pure genius. Wonderful end to a great poem.
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