A Story Of The Wanderer Poem by Roger Bewman
A Story Of The Wanderer
Days go by
The sea is blue
The autumn breeze
The gut feelin' that
I don’t belong
Soon this someone will be somewhere due
Notes dispersing in the moon’s highlighted sky
The rain falls
Waterfalls in his mind
Lost decisions
Movements of eternity’s wilderness
A libertine in a paper full of red notes
A flamingo surpassing the speed of life
Pen crafted marks questions of time once was
Smiles blend in with love
While his face cracks
The others laugh
Some distant
Once something else
Goodness gracious me
the fields eternal shine matures,
letting invigorating sensations
Fool in his own right
collecting circumstances
of someone else’s truth…
A pint of Guiness please…
Cheers
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