Open Poetry #1 |
Siddharthian Travels |
TheGreenPolarBear Junior Member
since 1999-05-23
Posts 38Kansas |
Siddharthian Travels There used to be a river we would visit in the days before you found something more and chose to move on. The one that began high in the slumbering peaks to the west and drained out into the endless ocean somewhere east of the sandy Carolina shores we always said we'd visit one day. But in those grassy plains where we roamed for so many years, it was simply one more winding country road that never went anywhere, but at the same time, always ended up somewhere. I remember the day we built a raft like two lonely Twainian characters searching for freedom and then ended up floating past the pyramids of our very own Cairo. That night we camped out next to the river and tried to listen to it's Nirvana preachings, but never heard anything more than the pain of the cities it crossed through to reach us. I fell asleep to the Buddha songs of the nightingale that evening, but you must've heard something more. You always did here more than me. Maybe that's why I wasn't surprised the next morning when I woke up and you were gone. The only things you'd left behind for me were an empty sleeping bag and a set of soft footprints, headed north, imprinted in the moist morning ground. They were seemingly in search of something you couldn't find along these shores. Vasudeva's river has grown soiled and worthless, and you have left it behind. |
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Poetwheel Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 208Canada |
Fantastic piece of work GreenPolarBear! I've read Sidhartha, and I think you've done a good job capturing its message. Look forward to more of your work... PW ------------------ Poetic Wheelbarrow http://www.stormloader.com/poetwheel/den.html |
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Excellent work! Welcome back. |
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