Weathered, Poetry by Andrew Stump

Genre: Life, Society, Adventure

Weathered
by Andrew Stump

Evergreen forests mildly sway
Afternoon music speaks a drifting page.
The souls of his parents declare disdain
The voices bend to swift decay.

He packed his bags and went
Without a care for the life behind
Following a paper road map
Written with his piece of mind.

Head west, head west.
As the sun sat muttering.
What’s next, what’s next?
Moon’s eclipsed hovering

Onward, he moves with warmth
Turning keys to unravel doors.
His eyes, stationary
Under the shaded valley
Of conformed tourists.

Has the dream begun?
He digs to the back of wisdom
Way back where the war on war is won.
See the symptoms of a moonstruck victim.

One evening he confronted a perplexed entity.
And instead of hiding in the green, dusty tent,
He followed her through the forest without fear.
And she brought him through.

Remains of the truth tell a story within the boundaries.
Where outside of the circle, dirt on white seems alright.
Allegations claim insanity, but the man understands,
Derangement is a form of freedom.

He lifts his shoulders high
And with the strokes of his pen
He learns to fly.
Blackbird, coasted across his skin.

Slowly he begins to pluck the strings of unlawful faction.
Wolves around are bouncing.
Caribou, in Charlestown reason.
And the evergreen leaves sway so pleasant.

As the wilderness tires,
Moon attains the twilight hours.
Owls sing as dreams begin
And wolves howl at the gleaming winds.

When the morning comes,
We aim our arrows at the sun.

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