On My Way Home

I like this.

On my way home, dressed all in duckies, I was walking up the street.

Had a bag on one shoulder, an army jacket and a pair of hi-tops on my feet.

The sky was the colour of powdered blue chalk

The air smelled of heat and of smoke

There was the strangest feeling inside of my mind -

Crawling up, getting stuck, in my throat.

Now I know that it's chemicals spinning up there, in the space between my ears

There are glands secreting hormones, leading to ducts producing tears

It just feels so much more real than those small words can ever convey

It feels just like my body and planet are places for my spirit to play.

The chalky-blue of the smiling sky drips into my eyes.

It trickles to my heart to join the bees and butterflies.

There's an orb of glowing silver shining brightly through my chest.

And no matter what the outcome is, I'm hoping for the best.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is great. It's playful, cosmic and has a really good flow. The idea that things in our hearts and minds are often too large or great to be expressed in mere words is a common theme among great writers. One of my favorite passages on the subject is the introduction to the novella "The Body" by Stephen King which was made into the major motion picture, "Stand By Me".

[Rebekah Smith]

Definitely will take up that reading material, thanks again for your reviews. It's half-past midnight where I am and the brain is mush - but I'll be reading you come the morning. Thanks for looking at my words

[Tazeen Ahmed]

This is more scientific and technical in a way. It's flawless!
I love the way you have conveyed it and described a perfect scene.
I think the whole idea here is that of pollution.
Incredible!!
Thank you for sharing ::))

[Rebekah Smith]

What an insightful review - thank you! It always entertains my mind when people see such variation in the same piece: pollution was not on my brain, but I love the way your idea fits. Thanks again :)