Lawrence Sharp Poet Free verse

Out of Sorts, the Heathen

A wandering heathen
compelled to wander and wonder,
clinging to the subjective notions
and half-baked personal philosophies
that evolve with each new day
and whisper with each pale night.
Away from the Kingdom Hall,
past temples more austere
and churchyards more severe
and cemeteries filled with believers.
Away from the witch
and away from the doctor
and past the feckless witchdoctor,
casually to the throng of the witless,
clinging to the odd concoction
of odd concoctions.
Wan hoodoo drags the bones,
no voodoo holds the dust.

4th April 2019

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Robert Lindley April 9, 2019 at 4:24 PM I commented on this the other day and now its vanished. Ok, commenting yet again. Each must choose the path they think best. This world offers millions of paths. Faith or no faith, each soul gets to choose. Love the depth and the searching in this deep poem my friend... A fv.. Lawrence Sharp April 10, 2019 at 12:10 AM Thank you very much, my friend, it's always good to have your nod of approval.

Brandy Nicole April 4, 2019 at 9:27 PM There are many nonbelievers, or those that choose to look around aimlessly. To walk in such a way, or live. Very sad indeed. I think so anyway. ~ Brandy Lawrence Sharp April 4, 2019 at 11:45 PM For some it may be a weight on the shoulders, for some it may mean a freedom to find something they might not have expected... or to find nothing at all. Thanks for being here, Branderz, always good to see you.

Vijay Pandit April 4, 2019 at 3:40 PM It takes a lot of faith for those who believe..so, no wonder the heathen wanders --perhaps looking for meaning..perhaps confused by the theories of believers. You evoke a lot of question marks my friend. Lawrence Sharp April 4, 2019 at 11:42 PM As always, Vijay, support greatly valued, thank you, my friend. Your words ring true.

Paul Marc April 4, 2019 at 11:40 AM I enjoyed your poem Lawrence. "Not all those who wander are lost". Lawrence Sharp April 4, 2019 at 11:40 PM Thanks for dropping in, PM, very pleased that you enjoyed; and you're right, the wandering can, in and of itself, be a good way to find and be found.