Stolen from Me
Through the room you walked
and all turned to stare,
hoping they'd be the one
you'd pull into your lair.
A sideways glance from you,
enough to stop a beating heart,
A glimmer of a smile
and again the beat would start.
There was a once upon a time,
in a time that time forgot.
An end wrapped in a beginning
and a middle tied in a knot.
A universe of only two,
a million worlds of the whole.
A colliding of the masses,
A destruction of the soul.
Roaming forever far and wide,
Travelling without belonging.
Nowhere to lay a weary head,
no place to fill the longing.
A nomad and adventurer,
a romantic desire of the leering.
Living a life that others would,
If only not so fearing.
A thousand shards left in the wake,
wounding all who get too close.
Moving along many crossing lines,
Circling back to final throes.
Pacing through the shadowed streets,
where others fear to tread,
The object that all want to hold,
but none will ever bed.
Mystery surrounds the origin,
natural but not from here.
All together familiar,
but from well beyond our sphere.
Ethereal the loosed spirit,
Corporeal the golden cage.
From me you were stolen,
And for you war will rage.
This is epic and beautiful! That's all I have to say 🙏🙏
Thank you. Poetry is not my forte (if I have one), but I enjoy the process and the vulnerability from it.
So much depth and search in this poem!
The dilemma of the need to leave and break ties in order to finally unite into a single whole with the desired and eternal!
"Talking" images of insoluble contradictions, of which the canvas of our life is composed.
Wherever we travel, no matter how long we are on the road, we always carry ourselves with us ...
Thank you!
Perhaps this is why some people struggle so much through life.
I think this is one of the reasons.
It is easy to believe that everything will change in life if someone changes the environment and places their physical body in unusual and new conditions: places and people, climate and cuisine ...
And this really happens, the first time when the "Ego" is knocked out of usual gauge.
But time passes, more or less, and the Ego gets used to it and "hello again!" we come face to face with... ourselves!
It is important to remember that traveling on the surface of the planet is important, but slightly less than traveling into the depths of ourselves.
Travelling without belonging to anywhere as a nomad and adventurer, that's what I want to do in my life. I know not so possible but;
One day leaving all behind to discover new things...
I'd love to one day take a year or two off and just travel around, spending a month or two in each place.
That's what Youtubers do in this era, and I am jealous them :)
A lot of them seem to have their parents pay for them though :)
Some have started from scratch ;)
is there time to take a year off from work?
it will be beautiful, to travel to different places to have different experiences about things and cultures, but time doesn't really permit that
There's always time. Money is the issue.
in my country time and money is the issue.
The major thing I enjoyed about the poem is the poetics rhythm. I love the style
Woah, this is another great poem! For most of it, I rather fancied myself as the adventurer who could not settle down. But in the end, it seems like a rather lonely existence that promises many varied adventures, but nobody close enough to share those experiences with. It is a fine line I have walked quite a few times in life, and I'm still yet to find an adventurer I can explore with that I haven't had to make significant sacrifices for.