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[title] => Wanderlust
[time] => 2016-05-12 17:47:11
[hometext] => You can always come home again.
[bodytext] => Some walk softly through this life, finding thier way with many on a well trodden path that winds around the citadels of those gone before.
Some choose to cut their own trails, and walk alone a path of discovery, leaving a narrow scar in thier wake. But though we build great canyons of steel, and bridges of granite, like a daisy pushing its way up through a concrete sidewalk, nature will outlive us to overgrow the path behind us.
When your arms are too tired to wield your saber, and your body longs
for the comfort of a stranger, the mainstream will still welcome your footfalls, and no one will have noticed your absence.
In time, we all return to the fold, but now and again, we may notice the flattened grass wandering off the trail, and for a moment our spirit will long to follow, remembering when we were young enough to walk alone.
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Wanderlust
Contributed by
softerware
on
Thursday, 12th May 2016 @ 05:47:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Some walk softly through this life, finding thier way with many on a well trodden path that winds around the citadels of those gone before.
Some choose to cut their own trails, and walk alone a path of discovery, leaving a narrow scar in thier wake. But though we build great canyons of steel, and bridges of granite, like a daisy pushing its way up through a concrete sidewalk, nature will outlive us to overgrow the path behind us.
When your arms are too tired to wield your saber, and your body longs
for the comfort of a stranger, the mainstream will still welcome your footfalls, and no one will have noticed your absence.
In time, we all return to the fold, but now and again, we may notice the flattened grass wandering off the trail, and for a moment our spirit will long to follow, remembering when we were young enough to walk alone.
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Re: Wanderlust
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by JamesStockdale on
Thursday, 12th May 2016 @ 05:58:55 PM AEST
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Great poem Jaye.
I really like this.
Rather special and full of wisdom.
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Re: Wanderlust
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by Invierno on
Thursday, 12th May 2016 @ 10:59:15 PM AEST
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Very wise. We should all be so.
invierno |
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Re: Wanderlust
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by Spike on
Friday, 13th May 2016 @ 02:29:53 AM AEST
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Indeed. the vacuum softly /'/pops/'/ on our departure from adventure (or return to the familiar, depending on your emphasis), but to have been there, and done that!
Warmly -and sagely - worded,
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Re: Wanderlust
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 14th May 2016 @ 07:59:34 PM AEST
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| Beautiful. A song comes to mind: Forever Young, Bob Dylan. |
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Re: Wanderlust
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 14th May 2016 @ 08:59:29 PM AEST
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I don/'/t want the physician to tell me everybody dies.
I want the physician to tell me this when I/'/m eighty-five.
Just exactly what you wrote.
And, I/'/m guessing I/'/ll say, excuse me, could you say that again close to my ear, I didn/'/t hear a word you said young lady. (even though, I did hear every word!)
this made me smile!
Peace! |
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Re: Wanderlust
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 15th May 2016 @ 10:36:51 PM AEST
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| It/'/s strange that I don/'/t like contemporary poets but most of those I like are on this site. Your/'/s is a seasoned and refined pen and this is an excellent poem. I really liked it and it got me on a personal level |
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Re: Wanderlust
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by Invierno on
Wednesday, 18th May 2016 @ 08:03:55 AM AEST
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Read again...don/'/t care that I already commented. This one tugs at me. The piece itself, ironically, is a diversion from your norm. You have diverted from your /'/well trodden path/'/, and you have chosen well.
Invierno |
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