By the Will of the Rhymer

Through every scramble and rummage,
His findings did make him wiser,
On their heap he found an image,
Of the pile still growing higher.
The art of belonging nowhere,
He learned so his reach got wider,
When bits were too heavy to bear,
He let them flow through a rhymer.

With every shade of life's image,
He scanned the lighter and darker,
As they reflected his visage,
His teary smile sparkled richer.
When his rainbow mountain was scaled,
He wished to soar as a glider,
With the goddess as she still sailed,
Fond of the will of the rhymer.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of one on a spiritual journey. "The art of belonging nowhere" may indicate he has abandoned the things of the world which might impede his progress. He is also a poet, apparently of such aptitude that his words can charm a goddess. I need to talk to this guy; sometimes I find my rhymes lacking.

[Archishman Rick]

Thanks alot Mr. John, for your assessment. "The art of belonging nowhere", may also imply that this searching and curious rhymer aimed to be open to experience every situation and place, to fully widen his perceived horizons and colours of life and what's beyond, and then hang out with this goddess haha. I need to have chat with this guy myself.
Cheers and wish you all things great.

[Just Kim]

Wow, this is so good, i can feel this write

[Archishman Rick]

Haha, thanks so much friend

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

A fab poem that expresses what poems dofor you, to make you soar despite feeling down. Kudos for this fine muse.


Plz do read and review my newest poem here too

[Archishman Rick]

Thank you very much for your great feedback. Appreciate it. Sure I will. Cheers