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The Vagabond

Once again I miss the nothingness the stale leftovers of crusty bread Once again I yearn for something which I ain't yearn for I yearn for someone who isn't there Once again the tear of joy becomes a myrth drop upon soft lips Incensed cold ashes cover flamed burns Once again I wonder why Am I still hoping Why do I come back Why am I here? I must go I must leave quick Afar from shelters that won't protect I must keep distant from nectared hives which dripples honey in empty wells Wells too cold, Wells too shallow to dive in with my last breath Wells mirroring moments of sweet proposals yet cast reflections of pure regret Once again I have to travel to a place I do not know To a horizon without a life-line and let my spirit flow Once again I'll be the vagabond who keeps on wandering beating all bounds on asphalt grounds I' ll be the vagabond on a new journey Not to be searched for Not to be found

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Tom Woody

Date: 9/12/2023 1:15:00 PM

I can see I'll be spending much time "digging" for gems. Certainly a rare one here. I've written about homelessness a great deal over the years. One of my poems about a homeless man got over 13k views and 700+ likes on Deviantart some years ago. I think it really hit a nerve with that younger crowd there. Anyway, this vagabond my have chosen his life, a drifter. Not to be searched for. Not to be found. So terribly lonely. Death on two legs

Charmaine Chircop
Date: 9/12/2023 2:12:00 PM

I wish I have read that poem about Homelessness.Two kinds of vagabonds,the one without a roof over his/her head,and the one who has a house,but feels not at home..So many kind of Vagabonds...Yes,terribly lonely.Your Death on two legs made me smile though,hehe. Thanks so much for digging inside my soul Tom.

Tom Woody
Date: 9/12/2023 1:16:00 PM

You're amazing

Liam Mcdaid

Date: 10/10/2014 2:18:00 AM

outstanding piece of writing now that is poetry smiling dear friend bless you soul you are gifted writing

Maurice Yvonne

Date: 10/9/2014 5:02:00 PM

I read your comment at the bottom "Pure fiction~I am not a vagabond". Of course you are not. You are a beautiful poet, heart and soul.

Jan Allison

Date: 10/9/2014 7:59:00 AM

Very deep and sad write with incredibly intense imagery :-) Hugs Jan xxx

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 10/9/2014 7:01:00 AM

There are still some good people out there Tim,but I understand you.Tnks for your input as always so kind you are.

Tim Smith

Date: 10/9/2014 6:50:00 AM

You created a feeling of loneliness and a fear of love..I sometimes think my heart is a vagabond not letting anyone in and keeping it's distance....hugs Tim xx

Jan Allison
Date: 10/9/2014 8:00:00 AM

Your heart was broken Tim - time will help to heal and now you are ready to move on my friend:-) Hugs jan xx

Charmaine Chircop
Date: 10/9/2014 7:06:00 AM

I replied above by mistake Sorry.There are till some good people out there,bit I understand.

Justin Bordner

Date: 10/9/2014 2:25:00 AM

A vagabond who is no fugitive of freedom, satisfied on scant star shimmer...this poem is so intriguing Charma, and possesses a strange courage that I find commendable. A teriffic blend of reclusion and integrity, I love it! This write even evokes thoughts of reincarnation. You are a beautiful shaman. "To a horizon without a life line..." an incredible concept/vision Charma...J.A.B.

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 10/9/2014 1:34:00 AM

Pure fiction poem- I am not a vagabond (just in case : )