Wanderers

[dr_con]

Wanderers

 

We two Hungry Ghosts consult oracles

fumes of desire shroud our hearts

I haven't talked to my daughter

for a month I know he says

Mine thinks me dead

Where did we acquire

these ravenous beaks

and their peculiar tastes

in the desert or from our Fathers

we laugh knowing Feathers tell

 

a great deal about the bird

or the angel

no matter how long we sit

the way moves

Is home where we left

or where we are heading

 

I say dodging the sight of pain

Does it always rain out here

What happened to those moments

drenched in despair when the smell

of herbs and earth brought illumination

through even the toughest night sweat

 

and stopped us cold with love

 

That's when we started wandering

and admitted we are always home.

[tonyv]

Easily one of your finest, Dr. Con. From the ravenous beaks with peculiar tastes we gather this profoundly delightful truth:

 

we laugh knowing Feathers tell

 

a great deal about the bird

or the angel ...

 

I love how you ask, Does it always rain out here? and how the fumes of desire found at the beginning of the poem contrast with the smell/of herbs and earth toward the end. The reader is left with a realization:

 

That's when we started wandering

and admitted we are always home.

 

It seems that, so often, admission is the most difficult hurdle. When consumed by wanderlust for whatever reason may it be, restlessness, desire to escape or to flee, "right here" could very well be the "safest" place to be.

 

 

Tony

 

 

 

PS -- My Lulu order arrived today. Initial cursory observations: your collection is tastefully "packaged" with thought-provoking front and back covers. (I love fountain pens, and there's even a Parker "51" on the front!) The font is elegant and easy to read. The content is plentiful and in your inimitable style. I plan to delight in it this weekend!

[dr_con]

Thanks Tony!

 

(The book plates will go out sometime early next week I hope;-) My Partner who did both covers said sure, now I just have to make sure she does it!)

 

 

DC&J

[Aleksandra]

What a nice opening of a poem you have Juris. You keep a perfect balance all along to the end of the poem, where you are closing with one life paradox:

 

That's when we started wandering

and admitted we are always home.

 

Perfect write DC.

 

Aleksandra

[dr_con]

Thanks Aleks!

 

Glad you enjoyed;-)

 

DC