The Wanderers

The Wanderers

A Poem by JessicaRose

We are the Wanderers.
Nomads of an urban wasteland,
where the artificial reigns supreme.
We can't travel on their highways
and by-ways, for we are not of this
world. We are searching for our
lush garden, fruit-of-plenty,
our spiritual silence. 
And what we find is
hard, rusted scrap metal.
chintzy replicas of love, mass-produced
to bleeding eyes, and 
skin-and-bone icons
slathered onto every 20-story building
for miles. 
We long for our mother's breast and
our father's knee, and
the sweet assurance that 
tomorrow will always be another chance to
try again. 

© 2016 JessicaRose

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Added on February 15, 2016
Last Updated on February 15, 2016
Tags: nostalgia, wanderlust, artificial



Burbank, CA

NY----> LA the change in scenery has given me new perspective, and the opportunity to jump back into writing. more..