Shuffling

On dreary roads I walk alone,
    With screeching owls
    My heart has flown.
I pass grey buildings side by side,
    My joy is surfing
    Waves with tide.
A coffee shop still bustling,
Black suits and skirts all hustling,
    My fascination, with a sneer,
    Bounds for a forest, seeking deer.
The night is young, the city stale,
My soul has bailed, it would inhale
    The mountains, lakes,
    And golden wheat,
While I trudge down this weary street.

28 thoughts on “Shuffling

  1. Write more lyrical poetry, Cubby. This is beautiful. 🙂

    1. Thank you kindly. I will when inspiration hits me. 🙂

  2. Can i just say your amazing, my muse is gone just now.

    1. Ah, I hate it when they go on vacation. They never give any warning either and then just randomly show up whenever it’s convenient for them. Hopefully your muse comes back soon.

      1. I think its just due to lack of focus as my kidneys are playing up a little. Once my body starts to behave itself i’m sure my muse will return or i hope it will lol

        1. It will come back…they always do when the door is left open for them. 🙂

  3. Beautifully written. I can relate to the feeling of my soul bailing in favour of nature over city. I especially loved, ‘My joy is surfing, waves with tides’.

    1. I’m glad you liked it. It’s always nice when people can relate. 🙂

  4. You watch. When you get there everyone else will have had the same idea and the whole place’ll be crowded with noisy plebs.

    1. If I saw them coming, I’d relocate. If you were among them, you’d be so easy to spot. There’d be a small storm cloud hovering over your head and you’d have 3 cats hanging off of your pants and a kitten riding on your shoulder.

  5. I love such beautiful words, you are an amazing writer.

    1. You are too kind Barb. Your comments make my face go fluffy…well, fluffier. 🙂

  6. Aaaahhh the soul does long for that sort of stuff! Mine heads right for the water. Sometimes it leaves without me!

    1. That’s alright. It will come up for oxygen eventually…unless it took a scuba tank with it…in which case it might be a bit of a wait.

  7. I’ll be thinking about your poem all day long. Beautiful and great images. it’w wonderful.. Purrr

  8. Are you ok? it seems so sad.x

    1. I was fine last time I checked. Let me check again…nope, still fine. 🙂

  9. Very knowing, this is why of love the mountains.
    Excellent !

  10. Great job…’tis why I live in a small ville in Trentino…you’re welcome to come for a walk near my river and lake and if you want…up into the moutains. .-)

    1. If I ever go to Italy…Trentino…I will remember that. Don’t think it will happen for a good while though. In the meantime, I can get tantalizing snippets of Italy from your blog.

  11. Beautiful imagery. Thanks for following me–now I’m following you too.

    1. Thank you kindly. Glad you liked the poem! 🙂

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