Wandering Drunk by BlueLotus7
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Description
Wandering drunken through pastures
Under gathering storm clouds far off
Crying over lost and forgotten dreams
Given over to practicality and responsiblity
To people and the ideals of others long gone
Where did it all go? Why did I let them die
Like withering plants on the kitchen sill?
I neglected my dreams and now I am afraid
Never to see my childhood's magic
Never to see my girlhood's desires
Never to see my woman's needs
Fulfilled within my life
The horses watch me with wary eye
As I stagger along their narrow paths
But listen to my rantings and ravings
Like no one else
As they do not live by Time
Swishing tails flick to each
Wish never granted
Goal washed away
When Life took over
I am in the wrong era
On the wrong Earth
I cry out your name and plea
Yet only a whisper returns
"Hush, my love..."
From gray clouds in the heavens
From daisies dancing on the wind
And moss beneath my head
My soul soothes the heart's ache
The dimming light pacifies my eyes
As the breezes tease dry my cheeks
Replaced by nature's tears
For she mourns her own losses
--Ramona L. Bryans, 2006
Comments (11)
Nice work on the wail. Even better work with the sketch of the horses flicking their tails adding to the sense of futility, and the withered plants lending a hint of nepenthe. Well done, for a wail. The barely focused photo(?) is a great choice for this piece. But gee, I'd like to know the motivation of how the "I" character came to this pass. The writing is too good for a failed character. -- Dick
"If wishes were horses than beggars would ride"(Song by Kenny Rogers & The First Edition - late '60s.) Wonderful piece of writing!
Lamenting my love? Pick up the pieces, do what you can. Stop morning the losses and go forward. Somedays you sound like K. ;)~ But I love you anyway. LOL XOXOX
"breezes tease dry my cheeks" is brilliant. It may be a habit of Pedioi (Plainsmen). A drunkard's walk on the summit of a volcano, dead or alive, is statistically risky....
"Like the sound of silence my dreams seem so distant. Yet truly they are always with me forever my home within the sleeping hour!" Beautiful words that draw the image well. Bravo!!!...:))
Really beautifull ,I leave you with my compliemts:-)bye cal
Beautiful country side!
Very beautiful
Beautiful image and words ! Ana
Very beautiful and very interesting image.
I love the picture and the sentiments ... PLEASE READ SITE MAIL - Mike