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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

"Home" ...And now for something different...

So, I don't typically write poetry. In fact, I find poetry writing extremely difficult. However, once in a blue moon something will inspire me and away I write in verse. 


This poem I wrote last year after a long move across the country. And even though circumstances have changed in my life - I am in a different part of the country, I am single again, and I collect frequent flyer miles rather than drive...the yearning for HOME ever persists in my days. 


More so now than ever.     ...I miss you LD. I can't wait to go home. 


Enjoy. 



I drive along the 787
The crimson sea of tail lights lead the way outside the city
The dark winter sky is the canvas
The cold concrete overpass looms in the foreground
The longing in my heart paints the night
I want to go home.
 
Cars dart in and out
Everyone in a rush to reach their final destination
I watch them pass in a frenzy
I grow numb and my thoughts of you are the beacon before me
I'm carried along without a captain's navigation
I want to go home.
 
I see the landmarks I now know all so well, no longer novel
You passed a joke, it was a lifetime ago
I am alone in a world of unfamiliar faces
Cold and unforgiving of my pain
They all have their lives, their hearth, their love
I want to go home.
 
You filled my world with light
You slept in my bed, made it warm
A mere three days felt like a thousand
I felt the sun kissed warmth of the white sand on my bare feet
I felt the cool blades of grass tickle between my toes
I want to go home.
 
You live your life and play your shows with the band
The miles between us bear down- my spirit haunted
Your love is the deluge that has penetrated my heart
The memory of your touch lingers as though a ghost
I want to go home. 
 
I live for the day I'll see your sweet face again
Your gaze pierces my steely heart
You held the key that unlocked the door for me to a world of which I knew not
Of yearning and affinity and hope
Of desire and family and security and love
You are my home.
 
I want to go home.

2 comments:

  1. It's lovely and haunting. I hope thinking about it doesn't make you sad. Maybe it helps to know I think of you often and, someone out here misses you too!

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  2. Thanks Kathy. Honestly, I was sad when I dug this poem back up from the grave of lost docs on my desktop. ;) I am thankful I have good friends strewn across the country who think of me...I definitely think of you. I miss my pals--especially my New Yawker ones! ;) Take care!

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