Drifting

Drifting

I've traveled far from where I sit amongst my stuff and things.

My mind has wandered far and wide afield in all my dreams.

There's lessons learned and friends well kept for moments of despair.

And life is what I've come to know of wild empty stares.

Far reaching from my coffee cup, across the page I write.

The circles stain, where the cup has lain, while I take my sip and sup.

Majestic borders guard my mind, imagination freely reigns.

The calm and wild expatriate, the dissident disdains.

I mark my passing with no trace and leave it just because..

The longing for a wicked game of never when and was.

Reviews

[R. L. Hill]

You always make me smile through use of your words. Love this, friend. I really do. "Far reaching from my coffee cup, across the page I write./The circles stain, where the cup has lain, while I take my sip and sup." These are my favorite lines

[Raymond Federle]

thank ya! don't post a lot much any more

[R. L. Hill]

Likewise...I did post a short story the other day though. You should check it out

[Coyote Poetry]

Good title brought me to the poem and the good description held my attention.
"And life is what I've come to know of wild empty stares.
Far reaching from my coffee cup, across the page I write.
The circles stain, where the cup has lain, while I take my sip and sup."
The above lines left thoughts and questions for the reader. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Ruth]

I like this...takes life with a pinch of salt and inspiration :)

[Raymond Federle]

Thanks Poppy......... :0