Itinerant Poet Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

Quote: thewriterpractice.com
"The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on."
~ Louis L'Amour


You are not alone on this wind-rush march,
Itinerant ink scribing papyrus
Upon demands and deadlines flaming porch;
Or over ant-hills disturbed omnibus.

Sometimes the hour is long as day or night,
And eyes rebel to yawning sleep-o-tide;
But you cannot haul sail in a ship's flight
For the ink must flow where shadows abide.

When it is not by your will, but dharma
This oeuvre lit-fest embellish your mind,
Tour your cradled domestic regatta
And unfurl all your constraints free from bind.

Where vista cravings for horizons tempt,
Our writing rhapsody must be well spent.