The Drifter

by Maple Tree   Feb 2, 2013


Fringed denim, teaseing toes,
dusting dirt under wood piles.

Secrets linger, hands hide
in pockets of patchwork,
she sings calico under
a still moon in the night.

Soullessly searching for
lazy raindrops, peaceful
nights under a guitar
serenade, and a sip
of lemonade.

She drifts upon the past
like a pom pom gazelle
in a crocheted circus,
nothing will end
the journey she travels,

within the dirty highway of her mind-

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  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Oh Maple, this was so intense with your sadness and hopelessness. The feeling of being confined came to me with this one, that you feel trapped in this place and unable to find another road and also unsure of where the road is leading for you.

    " she drifts upon the past" - this line sent me away with another road as it does with anyone who will experience this in their life. So very powerful.

    Sad but deep and worded so powerfully as always, well done. xx

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Like Angie I feel like I can relate, I feel that you penned this with everyone in mind because we all feel like our minds are following a dirt track, something old and rusty, something that looks unhealthy.

    I really felt the sadness here in the way it was written, and again, as usual...
    I love it.

    x

  • 11 years ago

    by Angie

    This is a sad piece and makes me cry but I really like it, the words you chose to write this one with are amazing... I feel like I can put myself in this...

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