Something We Have Always Known
hungry for a kind of freedom we have never known
I kiss the hounds
to remind them
that no matter how
wild and unkempt
they become,
they will always deserve my love,
even on nights when they stir
beyond my wakeful hours,
hungry for a kind of freedom
we have never known.
*
I let them kiss me
in remembrance
of the very same,
that I am entrusted
with their love,
even on nights when the drain clogs,
and ants creep
single file through withered sealing
strips around old window
panes, and I am restless,
sick for a kind of cleansing
we have never known.
*
The umbra kisses us
to memorialize impressions
resembling love
that come of digressions
from pride and ego
after longing souls
go wandering beyond the
daylight, bathe in obscurity,
and are showered
by immortal dirt,
digging for something
we have always known.
***
Hello, wanderer!
Here are some poems with kindred spirits:
xoxo,
for now,
your friend, lost in thought
About the Creator
Sam Eliza Green
Writer, wanderer, wild at heart. Sagas, poems, novels. Stay a while. There’s a place for you here.
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The Key Between Stranger Realms - Day Seven
On this ordinary morning, I’m heading to the neighboring cafe for a hot cup of energy. I sing along to my new favorite song that reminds me of chilly sunrises and autumn leaves. On the sidewalk, a spry, elderly man kneels beside his rucksack, rustling through it as if digging for some lost trinket. He doesn’t eye me, too absorbed in his search.
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
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Mystically haunting and lovely.
Love it, Sam! The connection between the physical and metaphysical here is calming.