Foray, wanderer, at peace- your time will come
Let your life be held outside your grasp, walk free
Today, wanderer, to sea- for shining sun
And waves to see the land and sky, then tarry
Tarry, wanderer, and sleep- your time will come
Today, wanderer, be free- to face the sea
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Reivax Camlost (
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You are a genuine wordsmith.
High praise to one such as I. Words are my oil pastels (well, actually, oil pastels are my oil pastels- but you get the idea). I love language, always have, and always will. I get the feeling you feel the same way.
Terse but so meaningful - you master the less very well in this short and commendable piece of work which has a slight feel of Kahlil in some of the phrasing. Fine read.
Thanks! I believe shorter poems are better, in some ways, for me to write. If inspiration is a set quantity, then it can only be diffused and watered down by an unduly long poem. The phrasing is probably the part I pay the most attention to- end rhyme is the least important, precise counts of syllables probably third important after maintaining matching momentum and rhythm between lines.
I wrote this poem after my brother told me I should try writing a poem of two tercets, set in the rhyme scheme ABA, BCB.
Tightly woven. I have the image of a young Viking biding his time ashore hoping one day to command a ship.
You are a word scholar
Walk free indeed. Good write.
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