Rootless

poem

 

 

Rootless

 

Swept away on the ebbing tide

 I long to stay but I must go

 my wanderlust unsatisfied.

 

I go where the waters flow

(I have no choice I don’t decide)

The rolling sea has much to show.

 

Strange places where no men abide.

The frozen lands of ice and snow

 where human needs can’t be supplied.

 

Sunlit isles where palm trees grow.

My urgent need won’t be denied,

 there’s so much that I want to know.

 

I have to travel to and fro.

I ride upon the restless tide.

My ever moving friendly foe.

 

There is no place I can hide

She’d search for me both high and low

I can’t escape though I have tried.

 

She’s in control and she says no.

My mistress will not be defied

When she calls me I have to go.

 

Swept away on the ebbing tide.

I go reluctantly although

 some part of me enjoys the ride.

 

22-Jun-08

 

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Reviews

[angelinmypocket]

Very good...a true wanderlust that intices us to seek adventure far beyond that which is commonplace.
An exciting ride to new and different wonders of the world. Much enjoyed your high ride with the tide.
love...Liz/angelinmypocket

[Rainbowco]

Wonderful write.

[Suelou]

Very nice poem. I have never been a traveler. Maybe that is because I havent had a chance.

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

Oh, can I relate to this poem! If I'm home for a month, the wanderlust calls. Whether it's ice or palm trees, I'm with you on that ebbing tide. Thank you very much for joining this week's Dream challenge! :-) Sharon

[Ray Hamilton]

This was a delight to read
We humans lust for adventure and seeing what we haven't seen yet
Enjoy the ride, I enjoyed it thanks for sharing
Ray {Not a Poet}

[Mistral Bilgera]

i love the rhyming. :)
kindly tell me, is the "mistress" word a personification of the tide?