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The Quest |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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The western sky reflects the sea, The freshening breezes blow… Behind there’s naught to hinder me, A yondering I will go. No bonds to hold me on the land- I, like the albatross… Shall spread my canvas wings and flee My past an unmissed loss. No goal to which my bow I point- I seek no golden fleece… I merely long for time alone, My sole reward is peace. |
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brneyedgrly Senior Member
since 2009-06-08
Posts 1125nowhere and everywhere |
very nice work, slinger I like poems where wings are spread  |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I like this, John. Pretty much sums ophe way I feel too. Ida |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
The flow to this is wonderful as always, Gunslinger. I very much enjoy your work, and the excellent phrasing, imagery and cadence you weave together. Well done, loved the idea of some peaceful time away by oneself. Much enjoyed this. Best wishes, /Kit |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
Ditto to Kit's comment. You have a real talent! I tell ya, gunslinger, I think you gots a pasel of the wonderlust in your loins, there. You need beaver country, where nary a man has set foot, a place of tall grasses and big bears. There's no ranch work to hold you back and no woman can tie you down. Though they do seek you, don't they? |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
just promise that after your yonderings, you will share your poetry with us. yonder on and enjoy the time that's yours. A |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Nice to read you again, John. I often yearn for that peace and time alone ~~ M |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Very nicely put, Slinger. This time of year always gives me itchy feet, and this work of yours says it all: a perfect little tribute to wanderlust. Sutra 93: Do not speak to me of Reality: it is a personal concept that varies with the Observer. |
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dragngrl28 Junior Member
since 2009-10-12
Posts 45Texas, USA |
I really enjoyed reading your poem. I thought that the flow (I use this word because I am still polishing up on technical words like meter) matched the feelings coming forth. |
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