Michael Patrick Hunt


Vagrant - Poem by Michael Patrick Hunt

Upon the streets
Leading nowhere
Where wind and rain
Erase the sands of time
I walk along these roads
Through the markets
Within the cities
Where the voices' sound
Inundates my mind
But there's no one for miles and miles
Upon the plains
Beneath the stars and moon
Where the wolves cry out
And carnage feeds their primal lust
I follow their songs
Wherever they go
Over frozen lakes
And through the snow
I paint the shadows
Onto the moonlit grass
Recompense for a silver fang
Just a vagrant in the night

Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness


Comments about Vagrant by Michael Patrick Hunt

  • Pamela Sinicrope (9/13/2015 8:41:00 AM)


    Another lovely poem and juxtaposition between cities and plains. It reminds me of when I got lost all alone in the Navajo Nation and when I walked outside in Alaska in February. Again adept use of language and imagery. I look forward to reading more of your poetry. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

    Michael Hunt (9/13/2015 11:11:00 PM)

    Thank you so much for reading, and I am glad you enjoyed it! I have always wanted to visit Alaska, it seems like such a beautiful place!

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  • Miraj Raha (9/13/2015 8:04:00 AM)


    very well depiction of a vagrant.liked it. (Report) Reply

    Michael Hunt (9/13/2015 11:14:00 PM)

    Thank you for your kind words. I am glad you liked it!

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 13, 2015



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