‘V’ is for 'vagabond.'
My mind is a vagabond.
It soars high,
It tumbles down,
Put out its fires.
Its smoldering never ceases.
How false the notion,
That it is free.
It is always ambushed.
It is forever manacled.
An innocuous slip may seal its fate.
Squeezed, drained and pulped
Yet proclaims, ‘we’re born to run.’
Wakes up to life’s
wondrous charms.
Enigma unsolvable,
Yet, sucks and seduces.
Charmingly naughty,
A satanic beguiler.
Victor it is, even
In its wild goose chases.
Matter is a decoy,
Mind is what matters.
Friends,welcome here as always!
Beautifully penned...each one is going to experience this :)
ReplyDeleteI'VE found that second quote is the source of many truths!
ReplyDeletewow what a beautiful poetess you are :)
ReplyDeleteExtremely beautiful, ma'am!
ReplyDeleteI'm with you this moment and always:)
your brain sounds like mine!
ReplyDeleteROG, ABCW
The Vagabond Poet...beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteExcellent!!! YAM xx
super :)
ReplyDeleteA spectacular poem and (excuse my pun) a wonder of a wonder of a mind.
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful tumble of thoughts about the way our minds work and travel. I especially liked your comment about the allure of being free, when in truth we are bound in many ways, but at least our minds are free to soar to unknown highs and new places! Thank you for sharing you poetry with us!
ReplyDeleteThank you all for love and support!
ReplyDeleteOur minds are a wonder of wonders!
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