Stuck In The Wind

They say he's a drifter

Like a plastic bag in the wind.

They say 

"Look how strong and straight his back is

And how high he holds his head,

Kicking through snow with his combat boots.

He'll keep going til he's dead."

You want to make eye contact with him.

You yearn to see deeper into his hooded blue eyes

That probably hide so much.

But his eyes are too firmly fixed on the distant horizon to even notice

That he walks with no purpose...

...except to forget.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I'm captured and held. A splendid poem...:).......................

[The Jay]

The title of the poem is really capturing everything that's being expressed through the poem. Shrewdly written.

[Rosalyn Marie]

This makes me think of a soldier back home from the Middle East or somewhere just not knowing what to do and trying to forget the terrible things he saw... very good

[Alex Thomas]

Dark. There's a lot of emotion radiating from this piece. The outside perspective of curiosity leaves the reader wondering what is going on with this drifter while the inside perspective of regret ties back in with the curiosity of the outside world. The description was really good too. An awesome metaphor at the beginning. The ending gives me chills; it really has a sense of finality about it. A great job on this one.