The Perpetual Vagabond

Exploring the world near and far, mostly on foot.

Category: Poetry

  • State Testing: A Poem

    State Testing: A Poem

    State Testing: A Poem When you make State Testing Two weeks long And feel like prison It becomes clear that a test Is more important than my learning Like something I deserve   Because I am not good enough already When I get detention for acting out Because I am sad My home is falling…

  • What is Portland? A Poem

    I wrote this poem in response to a prompt on the Blog, Mismanaging Perceptions, which can also be found on the following link: http://www.mismanagingperception.com/what-is-portland-response-1/What is Portland?  What is Portland? A Poem. Portland is cherry blossoms during a warm snap in February That brings everyone out of their homes To revel in what is quickly described…

  • A Very Happy New Year to All!

    I would like to wish everyone out there a very Happy New Year as we enter 2014! This past year has truly been one of the most amazing of my life thus far and I have enjoyed sharing my photography, poetry, stories and travel adventures with all of you who are following my blog! Thank…

  • Poem: Last Day of Spring

    A poem I wrote today in art class. Day one of Teacher Education was wonderful!

  • Poem: She Danced Her Way Through the Morning

    She danced her way through the morning The songs of the night before singing in her mind If anyone could see her they might question such unabashed joy They might be afraid of such raw emotion But, she was alone with her thoughts No one was going to see her smile No one would see…

  • A Poem: Out of Reach

    I wrote this poem in the summer of 2011 and thought I would share it again I watched as my heart contracted My mind teetering on the edge I noticed how the pit in my gut hardened and sank And how with each breath I sighed I watched myself for a long time I turned…

  • Out of Reach

    I watched as my heart shrank and grew My mind teetering on the edge I noticed how the pit in my gut hardened and sank And how with each breath I sighed I watched myself for a long time I turned inward and noticed my thoughts They went in circles Never forward, never ending My…

  • I used to be

    I wrote this poem in the fall of 2002…I guess my artistic recovery has been a long time coming… I used to be a writer Telling stories of love and adventure, comedy and tragedy I used be a poet Doodling on napkins and in the margins of long overdue homework I used to be an…

  • Home

    6.26.2010~ The sounds and smells of this forest let me know I am home. I can close my eyes and inhale the deep, dank, musky smell of the of the earth, sweetened by the spring rains and the warming hint of summer. I know I’m home as I walk through the woods and am followed…

  • Today

    Today, I began to mourn the loss of my creative self that so long ago I buried deep within the recesses of my mind; never even allowing myself to return to the gravesite to pay my respects. The day of the burial I walked away without looking back, but could hear a faint cry for…