Foreign Familiar

Short poem I wrote over the summer about feeling a familiar place for the first time.

A foreign world in a familiar place,

right by my side, and kissing my face.

The resplendent light of a faraway star,

I try to find, you couldn't be that far.

As water flows  through curbs of stone

It creeps in cracks and seeps through bone

Of rock and earth, a dent in time

An oasis of summer that I get to call mine.

Left out too long and bound to change

Your fate is sealed beyond the urban range.

Baked in the sun or washed out by the rain,

Nothing stays in this altering terrain.

I can't remember when we last met,

A lot can change in a season I bet.

And now I hardly believe that it's you

Slipped from my mind you used to be blue.

I try to find, you couldn't be that far,

Even with the faded light of a faraway star

It happens every year I can always recall,

How in my backyard, I lose my favorite ball.

Author's Note

I tried making this one flow better, let me know if it needs work!

Reviews

[Álvaro C.]

El final no coincide tanto con lo restante de la obra. En sí, espectacular. Sentí todas tus palabras.

[Bernadette]

Thank you! Yes, the ending is a little weird and supposed to mimic the feeling of suddenly snapping back into reality after day dreaming!

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Sometimes I feel the same way; this is so deep.

[from the poet's desk]

I am a young poet too..., I just started writing and I've gotta that was a beautiful piece of poetry, your poem is so beautiful in its own way.

[Bernadette]

Thank you so much! It's nice seeing other young people getting into poetry!