fashion whore
(Response to L)
prodigal roads -
enticing
lush
ever so
grass-is-greener -
bundled you into
an ideal of heaven
and off you went.
what you found
is what we all do:
secrets lifted on
barefoot winds,
curbside feasts,
edged and fed
before the
master's door
on a party plate
of silver moons.
you are shed
now of pretense,
but do you see
clearly? rootless
isn't synonymous
with wanderlust.
how daring to
burn through your
stylish facade,
your pretense,
your dreams,
and all your
whores who were
never rootless.
wanderlust isn't
their style.
Poem © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker
Painting by Andrew Wyeth, shared by Tess Kincaid.
Rootless isn't synonymous with wanderlust...wow...love this...had to read it out loud, Rick...
ReplyDeleteNothing like baring one's soul--huh?
ReplyDeleteLove this too - deserving of several reads.
ReplyDeleteMy grass is green enough - wanderlust ain't my style either - your words are as lush as any grass!
Anna :o]
Many great lines in this Rick....life's truths are always expensive and leave us naked in the end.....wonderful writing indeed! :-)
ReplyDeleteLove, love the way you use language too many great lines to chose from!
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