Oh, weary wanderer;
rest your head against my breast,
cry your tears of the ocean
and take the world off your back.
Leave your lessons to be learnt
before taking flat-feet to carry on;
to see the indigo skies,
feel the lush green beneath ones toes,
hear the tales of fallen pride,
smell the sulfur of hate
and taste the victory of defeat.
Oh, weary wanderer;
your eyes can't carry any more wisdom,
your heart tells me so
and your soul has remorsefully treaded elsewhere.
So, cut yourself dolefully with mankind’s lies,
mend those wounds with Father Times' sand
and do not worry,
my heart will remain safe,
in a velvet box kept on the moon.
Do not look back for me, my friend.
Wander on.
Author notes
Written out of bordom at work.. ended up becoming a personal fav.
A contest entry
- Prompt: Prewrites II. by Manda Kathryn.
400 points, ended September 22, 41 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you honestly think
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Thank You for Your Entry ~
From the first two lines I was drawn in and wishing this was a song
the flow is tender and sweet with hints of something more - I'd love to hear this recorded one day
Best of Luck
♥
Stay safe
~Manda
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I don't know what to say... (yes that's a compliment.) I love this poem, every time I reread it I find a different meaning. The metaphors were amazing, and the imagery was stunning, and I am still speechless. This is probably the best poem I have read on AP so far. Love it!
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Wow, thank-you so much, I really appreciate your kind words. Since this one is a personal favorite, that means a lot.
I plan on checking out your stuff at some point!
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