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Vagabond
by Roger Crique (Age: 51)
copyright 12-01-2005


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
I feel the wind at night
The wind that pushes against me
When the locomotives near
For I beg to travel free

I walk among the living
Wishing I was dead
Forever married to chance
For tonight I know not where I sleep

I am bones that cling to sanity
For saneness is not to reach one’s destiny
The sound of the wheels
Turning here and there
Oppressing lines of steel

I hunger for fresh bread
While I eat a piece of dough
For I am at home on the rails
Where the goats refuse me
And the pigs ignore me

I am the husband of the night
I am a stowaway of nature
I rest upon a haystack
Not knowing when or where
I’ll reach my destination


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09-28-2006 BJ Niktabe    

This has painted such a vivid picture in my mind, of a homeless man in a trainyard, standing near a 55 gallon drum in which a fire burns. He's warming his hands, because the gloves he wears have long lost the fingers.

I always feel that when the picture in my head is so vivid, the writer has really captured the subject about which he/she writes. Great job!
03-22-2006 D.j. F.    

i agree with george it does tell how the " life" is "riding the rails" and it also points out the rugh times you endure
12-03-2005 Jean George    

This is a wonderfully descriptive poem that not only captures the lure of riding the rails but the miseries as well. That he is ultimately at the mercy of his own nature is stated very well in the first verse and the irony of eventually ending up as a captive of his own freedom is summed up brilliantly with the words 'oppressive lines of steel'. You have created a graphic, concise, and brutally honest picture of a 'modern day' vagabond.
12-02-2005 James Shammas    

This is a really vivid pshychological portrait of the vagabond. I love the bunch of one line images enmeshed in each stanza, especially, "My bones cling to sanity;" This one line enapsulates a lot, like the starvation-- not just physically-- but psychologically: the mental anguish and despair one must feel at being homeless.

Jim
12-01-2005 Leeann Monat    

I like the imagery you used for this peom. I could see the narrator suffering. I especially like the line "where the goats refuse me and the pigs ignore me." Wonderful poem.
12-01-2005 Amalyne Verrier    

I like this.You have very good imagry and get the mood across quite well. Good write.
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