The Wanderer
#3 of Poetry
Foreword:
Tell us where you have been, and the things you have done.
Another poem for you! And it's a SONNET!
This piece was written as part of an assignment for a class I had last semester focusing on jazz, blues, and poetry. As such this is poetry inspired by jazz and blues! While no single artist was the direct inspiration of the piece, I kinda distilled similar aspects of three musicians' lives to write this piece. I also wanted to try my hand at a very structured form, so I figured a sonnet would be a pretty good exercise.
If you have anything to say about the work, please don't be shy! Drop a comment or throw me a message, I want to know what you think! I appreciate every comment and piece of criticism that comes my way, and try to use it to improve subsequent writing. I would also like to thank several friends, Mr. Eupherious among them as always, for looking over the poem to make sure it doesn't suck too much.
Enjoy the poem!
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The Wanderer
Wanderer: tell us of the places you
Have been, the places we must never go;
Sing to us with your golden throat, shrill blue,
Impart to us everything you now know.
Tell us how far it dragged you down, please show
While you thought those ills far off New York's shore,
Your pleasures did rot, your feelings were blown
Away with Death's wings . . . gone forevermore.
Wanderer, tell us how you were restored,
Tell us all it took; to reclaim your stage
After those fleeting joys left you destroyed,
Tell us how you died - yet broke through Death's cage.
And tell us of all your scars, Wanderer -
How Death marred your golden throat thereafter