October 12, 2009

Wind Runner’s:

Run Tumble Weeds run
racers across the vast plains of time
running before the wind.
No home to call your own
clinging to anything you can
in hopes to find a place for yourself.

On Tumble Weeds on
you left the home of your youth
for the future of those to come.
Before you lies open nothingness
with only the wind to guide you
and the will to seek anew.

Run on Tumble Weeds run on.


Copyright ©2005 Ellis William Moore

11 comments:

TALON said...

This makes me both sad and envious of the tumbleweeds at the same time...

bschooled said...

I agree with Talon.

I love how you ended it, so many possibilities...

Snaggle Tooth said...

"Windrunners" cool word! I've met some folks like that too-Like the folks who follow the Remmaisance Faires across the country for a living...
Never seen a real tumbeweed yet tho-
Good poem- Keep rolling tumble weeds!

ElizabethR said...

this is a very visual poem and Its so easy to see the subject and its environment. It's also very thought provoking, and as Talon said, a little sad.

Lynn said...

Only the wind to guide them. That is beautiful...

Jannie Funster said...

Totally awesome post.

Poor little tumble weeds. Nomads.

Lovely poem!

xo

Vodka and Ground Beef said...

I can't get that last line out of my head: "Run on Tumble Weeds run on."

I'm a fan.

JamieDedes said...

This is delightful ... a contradiction ... happy and sad at the same time ... the freedom to run on tumbleweed, run on comes at a price ...

Lovely ...

Sara said...

this is a nice to read aloud. Also, I have enjoyed the idea of tumbleweeds, though I've never seen them.

I like the freedom of the tumbleweeds to fly ahead of the wind. I also loved your word, "wind runners." In my mind, I see the tumbleweeds like sailing boats of old...they never stay too long in one place, but go out in search of new adventures.

As usual, well said, Ellis!

desk49 said...

Talon:
Will a mighty big thanks.

bschooled:
Yes a lot of ways to go, not all of them right but then who knows.

October 12, 2010 11:31 PM

Snaggle:
The can grow up to be about a 2.5 ball shape hard brown weed. When they break loss the roll across the planes and spread their seeds.

October 13, 2010 3:53 AM

ElizabethR:
Wow visual, environment, and provoking. Then a bit of sad.

October 13, 2010 9:45 AM

Lynn:
Not sure I would won’t to live like that but then if that was all I know.

Jannie:
Thank you. Yes Nomads to the wind

Vodka:
I LOL (will softy to myself) Thanks for dropping in. I was thinking yes after she read this she would be running on like the tumble weed.

October 14, 2010 12:28 AM

Jamie:
So many things pay the price without a thought. We humans want to bicker over it.

October 14, 2010 4:47 AM

Sara:
Yes like sailing ships of old.
Nice way to see the lonely tumbleweeds.

2zpoint said...

Seems like true freedom.