You roam the world with a wordly glee,
soaking in the rain of people and their fragrances.
I met your glance and you too mine -
After a decade long hiatus
my spirit at once did lift,
drifting through the air.
lightly caressing each other’s arms and shoulders
you brought me to the edge of free
and for your price you asked for
spiritual rebirth -
with intent to trample.
How can I outrun
dream maker and dream?
As waning sun gave way to moon
I was spinning – hard and fast-
Flesh sold for a pittance.
A tattered soul.
Even if you have ancient wisdom,
it wasn’t much.
This is a patchwork poem, using lines by gautami tripathy, lissa, writerwoman, mariacristina and paisley. You can find out more about patchwork poems, and read what others have made of the same source material, on the Patchwork Poetry blog.
Last time round I promised I’d try to write a patchwork poem without changing a single word. I almost managed it – two pronouns in one line which were very necessary for the story I wanted to tell!