Afternoon, friends and readers. Apologies for the brief hiatus I had to take the last few days. I’ve been sick the past week or so and I didn’t have it in me to post every day. My poem today comes from a place of wanderlust. I cannot help but feel as if my time is being wasted not having adventures. Trying to ask myself what I want and how to get there has become a daily task. Please enjoy the poem.
La Isla
As the days and weeks and years
pass between my ears,
I find myself awash in wishing
for a place to go missing.
I’ll fly a plane over the jungle,
go insane when i bungle,
castaway on some deserted isle,
missing my bathroom tile.
I’ll sail a ship to distant shores
and find that place away from bores.
A man of adventure
whose service could never be indentured.
I’d live for me and all my vices,
a selfish world and all that entices.
Apart from the rest
even if I’m not the best.
I’d be me and mine,
finally over the line,
past the point of crying
and surely now,
no longer dying.
I’d be put through my pace
with a smile on my face
and I might now know the taste
of that one displaced…
Poems by Sam 