Free Verse: "Wanderlust"
A mind that wandered and a heart of lust,
Her untraveled bones are veiled in dust
Long ago, her head whorled like a globe of all the world,
When she watched the lines of her palms create an interstate
She swore the aurora borealis reflected in her eyes,
With the touch of gold of a Floridian sunrise
She drew a star over Berlin on her map of skin
And she wrote fond notes of Paris among her atlas
She spoke witty jokes of joining a Zulu tribe,
As she recalled the geography her youth imbibed
When the morning dawned, her fantastical travelings were withdrawn,
Deep inside her bones away from nine-to-five's weary tones
She withered in stagnancy that shriveled the map into her blood
Her head no longer whorled, and her eyes were dull pools of mud
The star on Berlin faded to a patch of liver-spotted skin
As the au revoir of Paris echoed in the tattered atlas
And so, she once had a mind that wandered with a heart of lust,
But her time was lost, leaving her untraveled bones veiled in dust
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Noisy World (ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ)
PoetryI've never claimed to be a poet; I've only ever claimed that I'd try.
