The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[angliholic]

I wrote a poem for you
but I didn't send it through
still kept in a jar
beside a bunch of purple lavender
Though you live half a world away
you should've read
those words by now
for they were from the depth
of my soul

[angliholic]

While the sun is blazing
without mercy
I need to take a rest
in the shade of a banyan tree
counting the fallen leaves
one by one
like stories of my life
scattered along the journey
watching the clouds drifting by
like dreams of my youth
passing me by
When the sky is painted
with evening glow
I wonder whether I shall follow
the setting sun or
a homeward bound swallow

[Gilliatt Gurgle]

"...in the shade of a Banyan tree..."
Wonderful, relaxing and contemplative imagery.

[angliholic]

"...in the shade of a Banyan tree..."
Wonderful, relaxing and contemplative imagery.

Thanks, Gilliatt, for your wonderful feedback

[angliholic]

If you want to know
where I came from
and where I'm going to go
you'd better ask the wind
I'm nothing but a roaming cloud
I have no seeds of hope
for you to plant
on your fertile land
no roof to shelter you
from the rain or the sun
The blue sky is my home
and all I own
If you miss my poem
I'll scribble you one
once in a while
But there's no stair
leading to my place
and no string
tied to my wandering soul
for I'm anything but a kite

Revised

[angliholic]

You’ll say goodbye again
in a few more days
but where are the pretty flowers
like always
you’ve promised me
after the endless April showers
Until now
you’ve brought me nothing
but rain showers
after rain showers
Perhaps
after you’re gone
I’ll have a new friend June
and I know for sure
she won't hum me any happy tune
Nevertheless
I couldn't care less
for I’ve become used to
the croaking noise
of a pond of lonesome frogs
on lonely spring nights

[angliholic]

Thank Heaven and earth
Thank people and animal
Thank every living thing
And every inanimate being
For I’m still alive and have a chance
To repent my folly
And start all over again

[angliholic]

A thing of beauty
is a joy forever
and I was a faithful follower
in the past
But my heart hurt
over and over again
when the thing faded like a flower
or a young lass
Now it dawns on me
a heart of beauty is truly
a joy forever
for like a spring
a good heart never
never grows old and ugly

[angliholic]

Ahead of me
only birds' chirping
behind me
autumn's gently breathing
scattered on this shady path
were a few blurry footprints
like missing pages
of some unread stories
My mind is more cloudy
than the evening clouds
in the western sky
my feet weak as jelly
longing for a rest
How I wish
to be the little birds
in the tree nearby
perching comfortably
in their cozy nest
Perhaps
I'll sit in the pavilion
on the hillside
waiting for the cicadas
to play their finale
for the maple trees
to turn yellow
for all the leaves
to float like falling snowflakes
and for the spring
to grace this land again

[Buh4Bee]

I enjoyed these lines;

my feet weak as jelly
longing for a rest
How I wish
to be the little birds
in the tree nearby
perching comfortably
in their cozy nest

I think this poem does a wonderful job painting the thoughts and physical discomfort of the weary traveler. There are is a lot to like and much nuance that makes it a worth-while read many times.

[angliholic]

I enjoyed these lines;

my feet weak as jelly
longing for a rest
How I wish
to be the little birds
in the tree nearby
perching comfortably
in their cozy nest

I think this poem does a wonderful job painting the thoughts and physical discomfort of the weary traveler. There are is a lot to like and much nuance that makes it a worth-while read many times.

Thanks, Buh4Bee, for your kind words and praise.

[Fantods1]

Reading through a great many of these poems I noticed early on that many of the same phrases were used and similar images were discussed in varying manners. I enjoyed the growth of the traveller, if it is the same traveller (well, or not really), and the expansion of the themes over time was quite rewarding for me as a reader.

[angliholic]

Reading through a great many of these poems I noticed early on that many of the same phrases were used and similar images were discussed in varying manners. I enjoyed the growth of the traveller, if it is the same traveller (well, or not really), and the expansion of the themes over time was quite rewarding for me as a reader.

Thanks, Fantods1, for reading and giving me this kind feedback.
You can say that again for I'm not the same traveller as I was.

[angliholic]

A casual glimpse
may leave a bruise
on your delicate skin.
At the thought of holding
your luscious body in my arms,
I'm tingling all over!
Caressing your silky hair
with one hand,
I stroke the tender bosom
gently
with the other
when we start to play
the forbidden game,
Spanish Romance
The melody
you're humming
is so enchanting and alluring
that I don't
have to declare
I'm your best partner.


Revised

[angliholic]

In the fresh cool morning
I woke up
to find the roselles
in my garden
wearing
many pale white yellow flowers
in their green clothes
Their faint aromas
remind me of your fragrance
If you were here with me
at this moment
to adore their gracefulness
I wonder
if I can keep my eyes
off you
while you're keeping yours
on them