Wanderer

Trenz Pruca

 

 

The wanderer travels not by hook
But sprawled upon the empty tides
Of fairy world and real
And the sham cult darkness lie that was
Yet will not be
Marks its passage on nothing
But cognition.

 

 

(This is part of a longer poem now lost. That poem began in the evening at Fountain of the Naiads in Rome and ends with Tristain and Isolde and red sails returning.)

  

  • Author: Trenz Pruca (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 10th, 2020 13:54
  • Comment from author about the poem: If I ever locate the entire poem again, I will post it here.\r\n
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  • Trenz Pruca

    Thank you. I wrote the poem on paper many years ago. During my travels, it was lost leaving only this scrap.

  • Dove

    It’s a beautiful start to a journey! A little hint of a magical soul, with reality splashing
    Through its pursuits of adventure!

    There’s a Movie out there, of a struggling writer, who finds a manuscript! And published it as his own! He meets an old man, who tells his story and realizes he was the writer of the manuscript!

    I hope memories spurs the rest of your work!

    • Trenz Pruca

      Thank you. I have tried to recall the entire poem but all I can remember is the summer evening I spent sitting by the fountain composing it, the portion I wrote down here and the final three words of the poem, "red sails returning."

    • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

      Even the part you still have is superb muse, like a seafaring poem, you can build on it. Yet it reads as a fine complete poem even without its other half. Kudos!!

      Plz pleez do read and comment my newest poem too.

      • Trenz Pruca

        Thank you I appreciate your comment.

      • AwHec8

        Wow! Talk about a Poem that starts with a feel like it was here as long as the Earth.
        Can we please have the rest?
        Great Write there Trenz Pruca. Don

        • Trenz Pruca

          If I ever find it, I will certainly post it here.

        • ron parrish aka wordman

          and it drives you nuts because you can`t recreate it

          • Trenz Pruca

            True -- over the years now and then a word or two breaks through the fog, hangs in the air a moment or two and then disappears again.

            • ron parrish aka wordman

              yeah i know the feeling



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