And so,
It happened that
I went out a wandering,
Long-like as young gals do,
Strolling out along the land,
With nothing but trouble, true.
Stretched those lanky legs outward,
Each step taking me all the way through.
Can you even imagine the feeling that, once
there—standing there at the middle point, I was
more than half the way there. But to goddamn
where? That is the question that no one will ask,
no matter how level that may be to freaking do.
So, here’s what this young lad—not so young
now, granted—is going to do: wise up to a fun
thing taught to me by a boy named Pete,
who was devilishly sweet with searing
heat. His shadow—a trickster was he—
stitched to him so he could be seen.
I was his darling then, and he,
my dear friend, taught me
that this adulting shit
must come to a
necessary
end.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Now, don't answer this! Why did Obi, Popeye, Tom, etc go over the hill?! LOL.
Hah! They wanted to see for themselves what fun there was that Jack and Jill were tumbling after!
Jack and Jill tumbling? Phew! lol.
All I will say is, if you follow...you had better bring your damn brolly. 🤭
As for Jack and Jill...definitely don't make the same mistake as Ol' Tom, who was so tired from swimming, he tumbled on after!
Thank you T. lol. I never got anywhere without me brolly. 🙄
Smart move! LOL!
Aww! if Tom hadn't tumbled so much he would have won some Olympic medals again. 🤣😏
For sure. You know what they say about tired arms. Not very good for swimming. LOL!
Now we know! lol.
Peter Pan a favorite as a child I guess it was because he demonstrated a spirit wild. Loved the journey up and down the hill of words on this journey. Fantasy on such a lovely wandering to nowhere or should I say everland. Well done Tristan
Yesss!!! You, indeed, got this my friend! From the shape of the poem to its deeper meaning, I am thankful that the poem came through and resonated. Everland indeed, my friend. Your time and your thoughts are much appreciated! 🌬️🧭🧵🔥
My pleasure
Well written, your poem revolves around the journey of self-discovery and the challenges of transitioning from youth to adulthood. The poet reflects on their experiences of wandering, both physically and metaphorically, contemplating the uncertainties and questions that come with growing up. The subject matter includes nostalgia for youth, the complexity of adult responsibilities, and the realization that some aspects of life are cyclical or repetitive.
My dear friend, thank you so much! You really captured the heart of it: the pain of transition, the looping questions we never quite outgrow, and that nostalgic pull toward something simpler (even if it never really was). I’m so glad the journey landed for you, both in meaning and mood. Deeply appreciate your time and reflection. 🌬️🧭🧵🔥
We never said so ourselves but Peter Pan was every bit as cool as Peter Parker or Bruce Wayne!
And the point of view of this poem’s narration is killer🙏🏻🕊
Yes!! Peter Pan deserves to be in the same pantheon...wild, shadow-bound, and fully superhero in his own right. Saving the innocents from the BS of adulthood! And thank you so much for your POV on the poem's POV, my dear friend. Always grateful!. 🙏🏻🌬️🧭🧵🔥
Thou hast hereby put me poor head to spinning until I is all mixt up: first the speaker refers to itself as a "gal," next "a lad," then throws it all into a wreck by declaring it belonged to some fellow named "Pete", and was, yeah, "....his darling"--?! As for journeys sans a clear direction, what's new? What you DO cull to mind is accidentally "finding"..."my voice," when I never knew such a thing even existed, nor could be sought or attained, and all in the journey to completing a full year of sonnets by dint of writing one fresh sonnet every single day for a year from start to finish. Interesting what you inspire, is it? Anywho, beautifully rendered curiosity with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much for reading and for your thoughtful (and spinning!) response, my dear friend. I know this one plays with perspective and identity in a way that might feel disorienting...and that’s entirely part of its design. The poem’s voice flows across time, memory, gender, and desire because mine does too. 🏳️⚧️
I love that it stirred something in you creatively...your note about accidentally “finding your voice” through the sonnet journey really resonated. Indeed, I feel the same way. I "stumbled" upon poetry because I enjoyed Shel Silverstein (at a younger age), was reading Shakespeare, Poe, Whitman, Frost, Jim Morrison, etc. (as a tween/early teen) and found it to be an outlet for getting my inner darkness out. That eventually grew in to my voice. It's amazing how that happens, no? Anywho, I truly appreciate your time, as always! . 🌬️🧭🧵🔥🙏
Very enjoyable read, but do we men ever really grow up,
Nope. And the ones who pretend they have seem to start a whole lot of wars while competing over their… uh, gun sizes? Might be a thing. 🤷♂️🤣 Thank you, my dear friend...glad you enjoyed! 🌬️🧭🧵🔥🙏
You are very welcome
Reminded me of that "requirement" to enter Heaven. This "adulting shit" certainly must come to an end!
Actually, dammit, you are on to something there! It is quite Biblical, isn't it? Score! Thank you, my perceptive friend. Much appreciated! 🌬️🧭🧵🔥🙏
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