AND I DON’T KNOW IT
I would prefer,
So as not to cause offence,
Nor to sit on one,
To be thought
A wonderer,
A wanderer in wonder.
A wondering, a thundering,
A sundering.
A carver of,
A catcher of thought.
Poet,
A nasty word,
A little po-faced word.
Bard is resonant
And hard or soft,
A yearning, longing strength,
But smacks of nostalgia
And trying too hard.
I wander,
I wonder,
I scribble
And weigh words
With meaning.
A wandering mind.
A mind that wonders
And wanders,
Sometimes thrums
And thunders.
A shape in space
For sound
To form in.
simonhlilly 
Exactly.
Very nice. 😉
I’ve always loved the juxtaposition of wander and wonder, for both the sound and the meaning; you’ve made it an art form. Thank you.
Etymologically ‘wander’ derives from root ‘wend’, to wind or turn. Wonder ( a marvellous thing or the state of experiencing a marvellous thing), has an unknown origin. Wandering, I turn a corner. A word of wonder spins bright white. Why? Why not? A fold, a knot. Wonderful weave, this world to wend a while, a way of one’s own. Wriggle,wiggle,snigger….Word, world,whirled,thirled, thrown,thought, caught…
yes