Finding Home

Finding Home

...

Your Fascination 

Like that of a child

With faded exhales

And showers of light

But your sweet little palms

Stretch in glee 

And they are lost

In your photograph

What do you know of cities so proud and bland?

Of white birch trees and stolen lands?

No one will craft you a compass.

...

Reviews

[H L Rose]

I have lived in multiple cities and they all have their own personalities conveyed everywhere in little ways. At the same time they are so hard to get to know, because we like to ignore these little depictions of the city, because they are often disheartening. Cities put harsh reality on full display.

I of course could be taking your meaning in writing these words, in a different way than intended, but I feel like you described this so well. I have often been the "little palms...lost in {the} photograph" and residing in ignorance.

I enjoyed the read!

[Diane]

Wow. Deep meaning and understanding.

[emipoemi]

Reading this a couple of times, I can see there's a profound meaning to it, and I like it. It makes the reader think and ask questions about what it's all about. Well done!

[...]

This is just perfect. Like feeling be home. Feel me happy and feel me nice.

[Mauricio Montoya]

finding home, there's really no sense of direction when you have no home, like how this piece comes together. thank you for sharing

[Coyote Poetry]

The strong description create questions and thoughts.
"What do you know of cities so proud and bland?
Of white birch trees and stolen lands?"
Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

Beautifully written, loved reading this piece. Well done!

Kaze~

[TL Boehm]

fade exhales and showers of light. Beautiful.

[Tai Ryens]

You could buy a map, a history book, hire a guide throughout the city, and explore yourself . . . But nobody could truly tell you the unending effort put into the construction of cities so proud and tall. The passion felt by the builders and the people as they erect their own cities upwards. The journey it took to create the city itself, and the tale of how a concept became a thriving center of human attention . . .

"No one will craft you a compass." It has never been truer. Well done!

[StarNinja]

No one will craft my compass? Hey I paid 89.99 for this dang thing and I better get my money's worth! You promised me direction! Where's your manager I want to complain! Argh!
Oh wait, I realized I missed the fine print. "Compasses may or may not be metaphorical." Darn it.
This one is short but it is a very strong contender for best poem of June 12, 2014. So congrats there. Keep pumping out those awesome poems, Rain!