John Lawless Poet Rhyme

Of Vagrant Words

I chanced upon a vagrant word
beside an idle railroad track
its campfire fueled by burning books
it asked:"Is poetry coming back?"

I shrugged, acknowledging my doubt
unable to assuage its fear
we listened in the setting sun
for that distant train not coming near.

Curling in their darkened dream
cindered pages slow took flight
ripped from bindings memory
of humming rails and fevered write.

Two hobos now, a word and pen
inhale the scent of mystery
sing off key a one string tune
of a vagrant words lost history.

John G. Lawless
5/25/2020

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Arturo Michael May 31, 2020 at 9:14 AM I like it...

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart May 27, 2020 at 8:59 PM I love your poem and Leo's comment. A sating double bill. xomo John Lawless May 28, 2020 at 4:38 PM Hey Mo, I kinda like Leo's comment too

Leo Larry Amadore May 27, 2020 at 7:43 PM Bravo....music to the ear, and an underlying message of nostalgia and regret wafted to the mind gently, with a scholar's charming guile. Thank you. John Lawless May 28, 2020 at 4:37 PM Whoa, "a scholar's charming guile". I'll have to buy some larger hats. Appreciate your kind words Leo

Regina Mcintosh May 27, 2020 at 7:03 PM Such a compelling poem. I love it!!! Bless you, dear friend, with many more wonderful writings. Love, Gina John Lawless May 28, 2020 at 4:34 PM Hey, Regina, I remember in grade school we had a small box of words and letters, a seeming assemblage of vagrant words. Thanks for stopping by