Charmaine Chircop Poet Free verse

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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Liam Mcdaid October 10, 2014 at 2:18 AM outstanding piece of writing now that is poetry smiling dear friend bless you soul you are gifted writing

Maurice Yvonne October 9, 2014 at 5:02 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 October 9, 2014 at 7:59 AM Very deep and sad write with incredibly intense imagery :-) Hugs Jan xxx

Charmaine Chircop October 9, 2014 at 7:01 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 October 9, 2014 at 6:50 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 October 9, 2014 at 8:00 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 October 9, 2014 at 7:06 AM I replied above by mistake Sorry.There are till some good people out there,bit I understand.

Justin Bordner October 9, 2014 at 2:25 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 October 9, 2014 at 1:34 AM Pure fiction poem- I am not a vagabond (just in case : )