Eats Writes Shoots

Living & Tasting Life's Passions

  • Home
  • Eats
    • Beer
      • Hopped & Bothered Reviews
      • Beer Reviews
        • Amber/Red Ale
        • Bitter
        • Blonde
        • Brown Ale
        • Farmhouse (Saison)
        • Pale Ale
          • India Pale Ale (IPA)
          • Double (Imperial) IPA
          • Imperial Black IPA
          • American Pale Ale
          • English Pale Ale
        • Lager
        • Scotch Ale
        • Seasonal and/or Specialty
          • Beer with Fruit
        • Stout
          • Imperial Stout
          • Milk Stout
        • Wheat Ale
        • Winter Beers
    • My CSA Challenge – 2013 Edition
    • Recipes
      • Appetizers
      • Breakfast
      • Baking
        • Dessert
          • Cookies
      • Drinks and Cocktails
      • Egg
      • Fish
      • Gluten-Free
      • Lunch
      • Mains
        • Asian
          • Thai
        • Barbecue/Grilling
        • Beef
        • Fusion
        • Greek
        • Italian
        • Lamb
        • Mediterranean
        • Mexican
        • Pasta
        • Pork
        • Poultry
        • Veal
        • Vegetarian
      • Preserves
      • Salad
      • Side Dish
      • Soup
  • Writes
    • Canadian Food Experience Project
    • Poetry
    • The “Benjamin” Project
  • Shoots
  • About the Author
You are here: Home / Writes / Poetry / GloPoWriMo2020 / Wanderlust

Wanderlust

April 14, 2020 by Dale 2 Comments

I knew but a house — for most of my childhood
it was one. The only refuge I knew — it was safe
and boring … it never moved, no matter how
many books I devoured when all had gone
to bed — I couldn’t cast away a spell onto a far
away island, no matter the day of the week
nor pull a cardboard sword from my pillow —
and I even tried to copy it into my own hand
but I never woke a man, a king, an author.

I knew but two channels — a TV made of wood
and legs that never moved but tied me to
Sunday afternoons and our couch alone where
I’d chase down black and white Crayola canyons
waiting for our tabby to emerge from a glass table
to cast four finger hair balls past The Iron Horse
or sneak beneath the blankets to blow the guns of
Navarone into a nameless space for me to travel —
I never heard those three most exciting sounds — 
Never touched anchor, plane seat, hadn’t even seen
a passenger train — though I’d flattened pennies —
and when I got a suitcase for Christmas, I believed
in the power of George Bailey — no crummy town
would keep me from writing my adventure.

I knew my imagination — found a purpose that day
when I read for the first time, fumbled and confused,
yes, garbled and abused, but I found the cadence
and I found my voice — my direction and wind
I found power and my own pulse within my throat
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
I found place, acceptance rebellion and esteem
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
My untempered blood was warmed by Homeric muse
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
My stubbornness belonged — I could be anything
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

∞

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt:  Day Fourteen:  I challenge you today to write a poem that deals with the poems, poets, and other people who inspired you to write poems. These could be poems/poets/people that you strive to be like, or even poems, poets, and people that you strive not to be like. There are as many ways to go with this prompt as there are ways to be inspired.

30 Poems in 30 Days

All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck

…. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.

Share this:

  • Share
  • Click to print (Opens in new window) Print
  • Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook

Like this:

Like Loading...

Related

Filed Under: GloPoWriMo2020, Poetry, Travel Tagged With: childhood, George Bailey, GloPoWriMo, hero, influence, strive, Tennyson, travel, Ulysses, wanderlust, writer

« Stolen Faces
Captured on the Grass »

Comments

  1. Elizabeth Boquet says

    April 15, 2020 at 9:22 am

    Lovely ode to the written word. “To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield”. — also used in Outward Bound, dear to my heart.

    Reply
    • Dale says

      April 15, 2020 at 9:02 pm

      Indeed. Tennyson was a master I have no pretension of ever coming near, but like so many summits, just being on a horizon is enough to drive of us to strive.

      Reply

I would love to read your comments ....Cancel reply

30 Poems in 30 Days – Global Poetry Writing Month (2022)

  • A Love Song

    A Love Song
  • Chosen

    Chosen
  • Wormwood

    Wormwood
  • Bashert

    Bashert
  • Lumber Dog

    Lumber Dog
  • Aisling for the Land

    Aisling for the Land
  • Hard Boiled Boy

    Hard Boiled Boy
  • The Blasted

    The Blasted
  • Sense of Time

    Sense of Time
  • We Reflect

    We Reflect
  • A Family Grown

    A Family Grown
  • Fly — Away

    Fly — Away
  • Curtains

    Curtains
  • A Question Heard

    A Question Heard
  • The Storm

    The Storm
  • A Dis-Ode to the Mushoom

    A Dis-Ode to the Mushoom
  • Bun in the Oven

    Bun in the Oven
  • The world don’t owe you nothing

    The world don’t owe you nothing
  • the syrphid

    the syrphid
  • Osborne

    Osborne
  • Love is not a Word

    Love is not a Word
  • Meta

    Meta
  • Super-Pop

    Super-Pop
  • footprints on the sands of time

    footprints on the sands of time
  • Spring Grows

    Spring Grows
  • Neptune’s Recline

    Neptune’s Recline
  • Red Light, Green Light, Stop

    Red Light, Green Light, Stop
  • Wuthering Heights

    Wuthering Heights
  • Afterwinter

    Afterwinter
  • The Story of a Dog

    The Story of a Dog

Recent Posts

  • A Love Song
  • Chosen
  • Wormwood
  • Bashert
  • Lumber Dog

Join My Community

Simply enter your email address and never miss another post.

Join 827 other subscribers

2012-2022 © Dale Schierbeck.

All rights reserved. All material and content is the original property of Dale Schierbeck and “EatsWritesShoots” 2022. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without expressed and written permission from this blog’s author and owner is strictly prohibited. Links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to the author (“Dale Schierbeck”) and the site (“EatsWritesShoots”) and with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

Connect with Me on Facebook

Connect with Me on Facebook

Top Posts & Pages

  • Recipe for Low-Phosphorus Dog Food ~ Caring for a Dog with Chronic Renal Failure
  • Ben ~ In Memoriam
  • Homemade Super Dog Food ... aka Ben's Breakfast
  • 18 Forever ....
  • Penne Arrabiata (Penne with Italian Sausage and Shishito Peppers)

Join the Conversation

  • mb on Ben ~ In Memoriam
  • Dale on Ground Beef Tacos
  • Nicholas Robert Parkes on Ground Beef Tacos
  • Molly on Recipe for Low-Phosphorus Dog Food ~ Caring for a Dog with Chronic Renal Failure
  • Dale on Chosen

RSS Feeds

RSS feed RSS - Posts

RSS feed RSS - Comments

Archives

Categories

Copyright © 2025 · Foodie Pro Theme by Shay Bocks · Built on the Genesis Framework · Powered by WordPress

 

Loading Comments...
 

    %d