the last pioneer of this earth (free write)

[TheBlueMask]

the last pioneer of this earth
being inclined to wander
like some arabian nomad
without borders clinging
into this geography
where his ocean
meets the desert
and love is made
between fingertips
touching
he rises into the sun
sweat in the brow
into that heat
he says goodbye
towards the water
towards love

his personal definition
is just a crazy notion
that there are places still a mystery
and science has not done it all
and religion creased the shirt
but wrinkles still exist
to discover what locks are left
and what back doors reveal
maybe some hidden yard
or an upstairs the attic north
where the southern lovers play

the last pioneer of this earth
he forgot the bacon
he left the oven on
he was moving so fast
so fast
towards that love
where the nicotine drips
from eastern seaboards
and justice is assured
by always leaving behind
attachments that close off dreaming

keeps his backpack close
where the granola sits
waiting to be eaten
in the adventure
where the bandages lay
lie waiting for cracked skin
and the pictures
those pictures he took along the way
the animals and situations
the people and situations
where he could sit back and read
any story his mind conjured
on the plains of the mid-west
or the great mountain in china
he made

and his legs enwrapped by denim
his heart beneath a cotton t-shirt
that thumb extended
waiting for a ride
he wants to see life
he wants to visit germany
he’s looking to get out of england
three months was long enough
and his heart hurts
and his love has left english blood
for the next conquest

to the port

lowers his head
reaches for a map
the last pioneer on earth
figuring his home is rather global
these days

[John the Shorts]

Shwmae BlueMask

I'm not really a poet (I'm more prose) but welcome to the forum - I'm sure the real poets will make a comment and then I can add my piece.

May your stay on the forum be a long and happy one.

JTS

[witty_owl]

Hi Blue Mask. It is not such a crazy notion "that there are places still a mystery". Should you ever journey to the land of Oz then I am sure you will find them there. Away from the cities you may find places that still awaken that "dreaming". Places where you can identify portions of that 'global home'. In that 'Great Southern Land' wilderness still persists and magic does live.

"Here I come in solitude amid the crags and peaks.
Immersed in nature's mystery where her song of silence speaks.
These elements severe and raw test the mind and body whole.
The hidden treasure to be won- is nourishment for the soul."

Extract from "Ode To Silence" (c) J.W.

Regards,