Wednesday, 9 March 2011

walk the world

he looked meek
he looked wild
carrying his saddlebag
he ceased being a child
in the valley of coyotes
he felt so brave
he felt so free
in the presence of the windmills
the mountains seemed mellow
he trudged on with his battered self
across the ocean, there was a new world
deep inside the moors, 
only hawks dared
the sun blazed
yet he walked on
he wished for plains
he wished for rains
his bare feet traced the miles
haunting sounds of silence
admired his spirit
nothing dainty about him
but he tantalized the empty spaces

"a knight, a king, or a knave, 
he was only a young man walking the world"
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Words taken from the lyrics of Gordon Lightfoot's song Don Quixote. You can see the lyrics here:
http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/gordon_lightfoot/don_quixote.html
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20 comments:

  1. Lalita Singh9 March 2011 at 08:19

    Aahh!! Too good as always!! :)

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  2. Nanka9 March 2011 at 08:21

    Nice imagery from around the world in your well expressed poem! And you brought out the meaning of the three words beautifully! Loved this one!

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  3. barbara9 March 2011 at 08:56

    "He trudged on with his battered self" Love that.
    This is like one of those folk tales of the questing youngest son whose innocence is the only thing he has.

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  4. flaubert9 March 2011 at 09:27

    Gautami, I like how you placed some
    rhyming in this and that ending is
    powerful.

    Pamela

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  5. jaerose9 March 2011 at 09:31

    What a journey..I enjoyed your descriptions in this piece..a little different from some of your poems perhaps? Very enjoyable..Jae

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  6. Fear Not the Darkness but What lies Within9 March 2011 at 10:50

    Very beautiful imagery and the amn trudging on loved that.

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  7. Old Altonian9 March 2011 at 11:27

    Full of atmosphere, and great imagery - so very well done.

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  8. pia9 March 2011 at 12:41

    loved the images and the rhythm!

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  9. versebender9 March 2011 at 15:54

    This flowed beautifully...wonderful imagery. Vb

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  10. oldegg9 March 2011 at 17:53

    This is truly a great poem with a wondrous sense of freedom about it.

    I did however have a feeling that "seized" should have read "ceased" in the fourth line. Sorry if I have misunderstood that section.

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  11. Joseph Harker9 March 2011 at 20:36

    It still sounds like Quixote himself, but much more broken down... Quixote as he really would have been. :) Love that "new world deep inside the moors".

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  12. tasmith112210 March 2011 at 04:09

    You've connected so strongly to the original lyrics, and yet this is distinctly a different work. I love word portraits, and this one is a good story too.

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  13. brenda w10 March 2011 at 07:31

    I love this piece, especially the last line! Well done.
    ~Brenda

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  14. Ramesh Sood10 March 2011 at 08:02

    This touches..thanks..

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  15. patcegan10 March 2011 at 14:01

    It facinates me how differently we use the prompts. This is stong and yet touching. Thank you! hugs, pat

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  16. patcegan10 March 2011 at 14:02

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  17. Ren Thompson10 March 2011 at 16:39

    Beautifully written. You took me there...

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  18. Madeleine Begun Kane10 March 2011 at 21:24

    That was lovely, as always!

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  19. James11 March 2011 at 04:14

    Beautiful. This is a favorite: "in the valley of coyotes / he felt so brave / he felt so free"

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  20. rmpWritings11 March 2011 at 12:12

    beautiful...there is something very calming or maybe freeing about the feel of your words.

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