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Wanderitch
“Writing is like a lust, like scratching when you itch.”
--C.S. Lewis
There it is--
that yearning,
that itch
to behold new horizons,
famous icons,
regional fare,
tumultuous topography,
separate seas,
singing whales--
to rise
before the dawn,
to head Southwest,
to slip into darkness
needing to rush to
greet the sunrise;
a fresh pungent
today.
Glenn Buttkus
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub Q60
26 comments:
A wonderful quadrille Glenn, I love 'that itch to behold new horizons' :o)
Wonderful Quad Glenn. You are ever the wanderer. I am now posting over at Real Toads.
I can feel that wandering spirit in you, Glenn. Wanderlust and wanderitch - like it!
I like the play on words in the title. I suffer from this ailment myself and I’m so pleased you gave voice to it.
Yes indeed, writing as list/itch to scratch beneath the surface of the world.
Never stop scratching that wanderitch Glenn ~ Always happy to see you and thank you for all your years of support ~ Happy anniversary ~
You have a beautiful soul, Glenn and I can sense the wanderlust in it. 💜
A wonderful quadrille - I especially liked these two lines:
"A fresh pungent
today."
To see the sunrise one has to slip temporarily into darkness.
All these things are right outside your front door methinks! Nothing like our fresh Northwest air.
So much to see and enjoy that can only be had through travel. I prefer road trips for that purpose.
No other lure like it!
tumultuous topography --- cool
Glenn so good to read you again! I can relate to your poem in so many ways. The yearning, the itch to experience new things ;)
There it is--
that yearning,
that itch
to behold new horizons
The itch can be a great motivator to trigger off what may be hovering in the sunshine! Very much so!
Hank
SMiLes Glenn
but with a Perusal
of Your Health Challenges
on FB i am Seeing perhaps
a Bit of
a Lament
in the
Pungent
of the Day's
Mix With the
Morning Desire
Still of Wonderitch..:)
Nice word creation - wanderitch ought to be a word - love this poem, captures a feeling I know very well.
I love this wanderitch quadrille, Glenn. It makes me think of my husband, who is still travelling around the world to music gigs, as many as he can; it will have to stop when he retires as he won't be able to afford it. I've turned into a home bird - my travelling days are behind me - but I still appreciate that wanderitch!
Grrrr..writing my reply again....trouble posting it!
Love this wanderitch post....toward a fresh pungent pundit day! And the Route 66 image is perfect with it.
I must say...more time for reading and writing allow me to armchair-wander more in my rejuvenatement years😊.... and sometimes wandering on wheels as well!
I really love the ending - how this poem just seems to build in the need to get up, out and go - and the words, the closing words, well - anyone who has been traveling and has risen in the darkness to set out to chase the sunrise - they would understand the wording "fresh pungent today" ...
wonderful piece!
Luv the image of a new day being "pungent"
Much🌻love
Fabulous, Glenn! Never heard the C.S. Lewis quote before but I am enjoying a collection of his books this summer. Get your kicks on Rte. 66!
This is a good sort of itch. Thinking about new horizons.
Between the whales I hope to see in Newfoundland in a couple weeks and your mention of the Southwest(my second home),this poem was like a giant pillow of happiness, positivity and adventure. Thanks, Glenn.
Nicely recognized
I enjoyed the feeling of up-up-and-away freedom throughout this piece and loved "fresh pungent today". Fantastic image and description, so evocative of summer and summer holidays.
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