The Wanderer

Cherry

By Jane Hyphen

Thu, 22 Sep 2022
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Fog smothers

your guiding lights. 

There’s a stirring 

sting of danger

as you fly towards

disordered planets.

 

Dragging nothing, 

save the sparks

of what you felt,

divine fluttering inside

your sacred voids, 

where liberty sleeps. 

 

Too far from where?

An opening scene.

And those left behind

on the opening night

know dull moments

like the enduring clouds.

 

They turn away before

and never dim your shine.

Scared off by your

lightening spiders.

The lightness

of leaving is all.

 

No strings 

from which doubts hang.

An untold search

for something sharp enough

or for someone 

who came back to life.

 

Wander

until the gold runs out

or the edge comes for you.

You’ll fade to white light,

How swift the gap seals.

You were never seen.

 

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Comments

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Jane, I like your poem

xxRay

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thank you Ray x

 

Submitted by celticman on

the edge of you. the edge of me. the left behind ones. 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

We've lost sight of the edge, probably gone over it..wink

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

have no idea if this is about something like Voyager probe or David Bowie or ....

I don't know. But in the hugeness of space, which frightens me, you made a sense of loneliness and grandeur. Your last line, I thought could either be never seen by an alien life or seeming never seen because so many lives passed in the left behind place and when something is forgotten, for the ones forgetting, it has never been. 

 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks for reading Di. I love that it made David Bowie come to your mind, the Spiders from Mars? 'Look at those cavemen go.....' No really, look at them go!

For the one's forgetting, it has never been and so many lives passed in the left behind place, that is so true. Thank you for your insightful comment.

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jane,

I wish I could be a skilful reader like Di, she's always committed to getting deeply into the heart of poems. I felt quite spiritual reading your poem, it was like an out of body experience, a nomad forever searching. Maybe a deep thinker who questions life and the past that has brought us to the here and now.

A thoughtful poem.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by marandina on

I've read this a few times. I like the ambiguous existentialism that it quietly demands. "The lightness of leaving is all." Paul

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I have just found this and am so glad I did - wonderfully enigmatic, I can see why it made Di think of David Bowie. Did you know he used to make up some of his songs by cutting up sentences and seeing where the words landed?