Set-Out

Set-Out

A Poem by Edward Clay
"

ether traveller, with feet on the ground.

"

 

We set out on the world
with a look in our eyes,
determined with force
never looking behind.

Past the bouncing waves
that form at our heels,
toward the cascading stream
running as if on wheels;

sure of our madness
the right beat in our hearts,
while hounded by memories
we hoped would depart.

Oblivious to care
a nihilistic set mind,
no aim for the future
and naught from behind.

© 2008 Edward Clay


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ahh, nice first stanza very strong.
It's a sad lesson, that if you go somewhere new you are still the same you. all repairs to self must be prioritized inside out.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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I love it. It's amazing how it just flows and I'm in love with it

Posted 14 Years Ago


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amazing. amazing. amazing. amazing. yup.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Love the way that your poem flows before the reader's eye. Constantly, moving forward, never looking back, where it has come from. Living for the moment, mentality towards life. Only, if i could have a little of that for myself. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem, with us.

Therisa

Posted 14 Years Ago


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What a beautiful piece, Gareth. And that picture is sublime, where was it taken?

I love this piece so much, being a traveler at heart, I know the feeling of needing to flee. To fly, even. "running as if on wheels" to let go and experience everything at once, to intoxicate yourself in a whirlwind of newness, freshness and speed. To set out.

Great work, my friend.

K


Posted 14 Years Ago


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Edward Clay
Edward Clay

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