POETIC VAGABONDS

POETIC VAGABONDS I always loved poetry for its succinctness, imagery, and simple profundity but never imagined myself as a poet. With a bit of nudging on my husband’s part, I dipped my quill into writing poetry. After a few initial false starts, I found my poetic voice and fell in love with writing poetry. Along the way, I've met many creative and gifted poets. Each one was unique, and conversations with them were both magical and fleeting. Collectively, they seemed like creative vagabonds mentally and spiritually traveling wherever their spirit took them. These poetic vagabonds were the inspiration for this poem, and I hope to one day be a member of the 'poetic vagabond' club. They're here for just a short time Long enough to recite their lines ~Poetic Vagabonds~ Out to hitch a ride From the rhyme as it passes by ~Poetic Vagabonds~ Hopping into the front seat Before the poem pulls out to leave ~Poetic Vagabonds~ Weaving along roads of rhyme Without regard for the passage of time ~Poetic Vagabonds~ They go unheeded as a blue stream Without a care, it would seem ~Poetic Vagabonds~ Writing with affection alliteratively Using metaphors and similes creatively ~Poetic Vagabonds~ Willing to let the world go by, With valor in their kindling eye ~Poetic Vagabonds~ Living with joy supreme, with heart sublime, Restless are they, these sojourners of time ~Poetic Vagabonds~ Between the lines you will read What could be their basic need ~Poetic Vagabonds~ Do treat these poets gently Such a fragile entity ~Poetic Vagabonds~