Poetry Trip - Wanderlust

The Fiction Dealers venture into poetry.

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Sooo! More poetry! This one is a little ode to my love for travel. There’s a feeling I have a hard time describing that I feel when I’m somewhere on the road… it’s the ultimate escape out of reality I guess. So I tried to put it into poetry, and I like what came out of it!

Since last week I wrote few more poems, but found out that unlike my prose, I enjoy poetry in my native language way more than in English! Funny how that works with us billingual folks.

Okay, enjoy the poem and don’t forget to write with me if you feel inspired! A poem or a micro fiction piece up to 100 words on the word Wanderlust!

Wanderlust… you know it too
it means being homesick
of places you’ve never been to
it’s craving for something to click
A need for a piece of your heart
A search for the broken part. 

Wanderlust… is the moment sea foam brushes on your toes. 
A breath of air that’s not yours
it’s fresh, not stale 
colorful not pale
It fills your lungs with freedom

Wanderlust is the goodbye kiss… 
a plane you can’t miss
An overpriced beer at seven
Drunk by eleven
with a guy named Evan

Wanderlust is stamps in the passports
Spaghetti in Italy and tzatziki in Greece
It’s wine, beer, coffee, and weird cheese. 
It’s spending money without worry
It’s being yourself without sorry

Wanderlust, doesn’t have to be far
It’s when you stuff a few homies in the car
and drive toward the sunset 
music, jokes and snacks all set. 

Wanderlust… it means love
for culture and travel
it means feeling alive
on the road, walking on gravel
it means being free
somewhere distant, finally me. 

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