Filling a void feeling

Filling a void feeling

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Butterflies and blossom scented breeze,
adorn backyards as winter flowers bloom,
some known, others don't have a name.
Golden sun rays shining through the trees,
a little house, a little boy, a smile,
a photograph of home in a golden frame.

A bird eagerly makes its call of love,
then wait to hear a response from its mate,
silence, then a similar distant call.
The wind rustled the heads of trees above,
then came down, to the flowers of previous night,
dried leaves and petals on the ground, the first of the winter fall.

The first shade of winter blues, a weary mind,
pair of weary eyes, long for home.
the lone traveler feels a void inside.
The bonds of life and living that, a human, bind,
pull too strong and a ' feeling alone ' again,
straining eyes, them teardrops couldn't hide.

Sunny morning, little house, the garden flowers fair.
Old watchdog shaking off its sleep,
freezes, pricks up an ear.
Familiar smell of cooking in the air,
a welcome bark, is the traveler home? ?
The dog ran off. Someone near and dear? ?
Home....sweet home......sweet home.

© 2011


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NICE POEM


Posted 13 Years Ago


each part of the pic is an emotion...so minutely described.. beautiful write

Posted 13 Years Ago


I see this as if I were there a sign of great work
Tate

Posted 13 Years Ago


O the Hunger for home, delightfully expressed in this tale wagging write.
the look of the poem works well. Good job !

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love that each stanza takes us through the seasons journeys. The actual physical seasons of the Earth and the seasons inside our hearts. A beautiful write.. xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


A powerful and beautiful poem. I like the description and story in your words. You took me to a good place in your words. A very good ending to a excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


You have given a very good story in a gist at the same time making it too beautiful. Certain people prefer going to hotter region during winter. This behavior has been compared to that of a bird. And with the arrival of spring, both come back to their residency.

It has been pictured beautifully. The welcome by the dog to its owner being compared with the welcome by the flowers of the garden to the bird, as a conclusion is amazing....

Thanks for sharing.....

Posted 13 Years Ago



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