not the
“Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner”
No wedding guests to mesmerize, nor grand stories to tell…
no Albatross
around my neck
breaking dawn
I’m no bane of goodwill birds, doomed to watch friends die…
no grandiose dreams
of Elysium living
Just another wayfarer on the road to anywhere, soon to seek the way back home.
as though
by moonlight
blessing creatures
I deliver myself
from destiny
updated: for dVerse Poet’s OLN (pubtended by Bjorn)
Frank J. Tassone 
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