Hiraeth

Hiraeth - a Welsh word with no direct English translation; an approximation is the longing, or yearning for home.

A path cuts between pastures to the
place where Slate Hill rises from the earth.

Where the hill meanders down,
It melts into a meadow filled with
swaying grasses and lively flowers.

I walk across the meadow to where
frogs peep in the pond, and forest
meets meadow's edge. The sun smiles.

The wind rushes cool through
lofty branches and green leaves. Birds
build nests and squirrels keep watch.

I walk for over an hour until I reach
the farthest edge of the woods, where
a stream gurgles over its chilly bed.

I sit and eat my lunch, surrounded
serenely by all of God's creation.
Peaceful moments apart from man.

I step from yesterday's memories,

to here and now, where green trees

have turned into condos and strip malls.

It is true, you can never go home.

 

Reviews

[J.Black]

Oh something new I see. EB helped you out? Well then I give you both credit because this is really well done. Hell, perhaps even the worlds best dog might like it if you read her this one! Its true, you can never go home once you've witnessed and have been exposed to thoughts, dreams, memories... even sitting outside and letting nature surround you. It seems nearly impossible to go back. Good write!

[Emily B]

I still think I must have been an innocent by-stander. . . the words are beautiful. You did a wonderful job with it.

[nostal]

BEAUTIFUL.
I listened tp the VoiceRead and it was perfect, captivating, and the sounds went superb with the words.
Very enthralling, calming write.

[Brianna Brie]

This is a great write. Really it can be taken in more than one way as a tree huger or something entirely deeper. The woods across the street growing up got cut down to build a super center. It broke my heart. Splendid work!

[Monday Parker]

What a beautiful walk you just sent me on....Only to have the whole place catch on fire and burn into only memories of now ashes. I hate it when they build over beautiufl places. So sad. But this is a beauiful poem but kinda sad in the end....

[Babbette Francis]

Your writing has always been very vivid and lively, but since I can't tell where you leave off and Emily picks up, I have to say to Emily, Very well done, and to Jerry, you don't see yourself the way your fans do. Your writing is a walk on wooded pathways, relaxing, everything starts to make sense, and no one leaves with nothing come of it. You know how to show the depth of your thoughts in a colorful, life-like creation, but the fact that I can't tell you two apart leaves me no choice but to say, "Hats off to Emily, Great job!!"

Bittersweet and beautiful!!

[jen]

very nice collaboration... serenity and the sad truth about the destruction of beauty...

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

What a beautiful poem with such a terrifying ending in reality. There is a place much like that here where all the serenity has been disturbed by strip mall after strip mall and no trees, not one were left standing. It is utterly revolting. A wonderful undertaking. Thank you for sharing your talent.
Light,
Siddartha

[Kristina Moulaison]

That last line kills, absolutely. Stunning.

[Emily B]

I think I've been tricked. They are your words. I thought I was just called in for a little fine-tuning. It had life before I laid hand to it. I swear it.

It is always a pleasure to read your words.