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Clarion Calls of Distant Shores
by Gira BryantI want to be away
far, far away
too much cliche I know
but true
I want to be enveloped
surrounded by the unfamiliar
undistracted by
the usual
I want to come to
new conclusions, realizations
that strike from nowhere
as I expand
expand to suit the expansion
of my surroundings
grow, become, breathe, flower
I want to leave all this behind
all the confusion, angst, ennui
all the striving for things
that at the end of the day
don't really matter
I want to be less a consumer
and more a being
yet -
I too am seduced
by nice things, time after time
I keep my nose to the grindstone
to afford myself a bit of this
a taste of that
here and there
The call of the wild, though,
grows stronger
deeper, more vibrant
Soon, soon, I tell it.
Soon I will go.
Soon I will come.
And we will see what there
is to be felt.
I want to throw myself
upon the mercies of
new experiences. 03/18/2008 Posted on 03/18/2008
Copyright © 2025 Gira Bryant
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 03/18/08 at 06:42 PM I too feel this push and pull, conflict of the material and spiritual...well stated and heartfully expressed. Adding to my faves! MFS |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 03/18/08 at 08:21 PM I think almost all artists feel these exact feelings as you have expressed so well. Me included. At some point we may realize that the nice things are only things, and not anything can be more valuable than our emotions after all. ~JPP |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/19/08 at 03:47 AM It's the precarious condition of being in the material realm... |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/12/10 at 12:19 PM I think what you have written and wonderfully so, is the plight and the delight of poets to pursue. The mysteries that haunt and will not be sated in the everyday overcooked occurrence but in the rare. |
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