The blind hobo ( a pantoum)

[les cole]

The Hobo walks a lonely road,
A poor soul carried by the breeze,
His memories his only load,
The only things the blind man sees.

A poor soul carried by the breeze,
His guide the ripples of a stream,
The only things the blind man sees,
Are places such as this, a dream !

His guide the ripples of a stream,
The blind man walks, his prayers a song,
Are places such as this a dream?
To find a place to be, belong.

The blind man walks, his prayers a song,
His memories his only load,
To find a place to be, belong,
The Hobo walks a lonely road !

[PrinceMyshkin]

How gracefully you managed this, so that I, for one, stopped worrying about whether you were touching all the prescribed bases.

[les cole]

Thank you. It is my first attempt at a Pantoum, it such a wonderful form of poetry, if a little tricky. I really hope to produce some better examples with practice. Thank you for reading it.

[cafolini]

There is more than one hobo in that hobo. Good piece.

[AuntShecky]

Thank you. It is my first attempt at a Pantoum, it such a wonderful form of poetry, if a little tricky. I really hope to produce some better examples with practice. Thank you for reading it.

Good for you! I've read where pantoums can help a poet practice writing the "poetic line," that it's an effective warming up tool, like practicing scales for a pianist. Sometimes the resultant pantoum is a nice little verse on its own, as yours appears to be.