Going home..

Nonet...

As I sit here alone on this bench

Contemplating my life thus far

My purpose .. to understand

Tis world not meant for me

raise my eyes above

A promise made

That one day

I find 

home

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Beautiful and inspiring poem.
I do love the way you write dear Susan.
Thank you for sharing,
Lisa

[Einstein Noodle]

hmmmmmmmmmmmm title, pic and poem fit perfectly says i! reading puts me in a wistful, contemplative space ... all i need is a bench ... benches are invitations to sit and ponder ... remember ... watch people and buses go by .. the worn surfaces and oiled by so many hands seems to erase judgments eh!? a delightful poem with deep spiritual vision and Faith .. we are just passing through ;)
E.

[Susan 🦋]

yeah, you got it. passing through... To our real home. Thanks for reading!

[Einstein Noodle]

yes, Susan .. it is true says i! every word of God ... true true true .. and how our eyes will be opened .. what a great and glorious day it will be

[Susan 🦋]

Yes, indeed!

[Tate Morgan]

Sometimes we find who we are is as simple as where we come from. Can any man say he is not beholding to the spring from which life flows? As in the times of the ancient mariner we all hear the call of sirens that gesture us to sail home. Continuity of purpose flows from the wellspring of our lives. In the end we all find we are drawn inexorably home, to the hearth from around which we told our tales of long ago and spun our yarns of a life well lived. The well spent life will always beckon from the winds of change a call for home.

[Susan 🦋]

Always...yet think in spiritual terms.....my home = heaven. :-). For some..this world is too difficult to understand.

[Tate Morgan]

for me This is Heaven

[ReedWrite]

Not only do I love the content and flow of this piece, I love the structure.
I'm a firm believer that how we craft the look of the poem, adds immeasurable depth and texture to the piece. This is beautifully wrought.

[Richard🖌]

This is a very nicely done Nonet, Susan, a form I've enjoyed composing in many times, and what a heavenly inspiring promise to make to oneself!

"Home", as most all deep-thinking/feeling folk know, lives in the heart … thus, the saying, "Home is where the heart is!"
It is obvious you've chosen your words with care, with thoughts to reflect the essences of your feelings and emotions, and to appeal with beauty and meaning for your readers to relate to.

Many of my Nonets were composed in three line (aaa, bbb, ccc) mono-rhymes, but rhyming is always the author's choice.
My practiced eye finds little with which to critique this lovely Nonet, Susan, but I'd like to make a suggestion, if that is alright with you: L4 would come into cleaner structure if it were, "A world not meant for me" … just a thought to make it align more precisely … one of the challenges I always had and enjoyed, which you seem to have mastered quite well.

I don't want to talk your eyes off, so in closing, let me compliment you on an excellent effort, a delightfully befitting photo and title, and a marvelous presentation of your Nonet … thank you so very much for sharing! ⁓ Richard

[Susan 🦋]

:-) yes, A world not meant....better...But the meaning has escaped you...and everyone else. I do not consider this world home....I consider..one day ( I might have to kick the pearly gates open, or climb over).. Heaven...my home.

[Susan 🦋]

forgot to thank you....THANK YOU for a wonderful review!!!!!!!!!

[Richard🖌]

A "Home" one day we all shall find … in one direction, or the other! 😈

[Susan 🦋]

There are some leniency for the Irish....we have a wee bit a devilish nature in us. that is why i may need to hop the gate.

[Richard🖌]

HAH!
I am sure St. Peter would roll out the red carpet, and put up a ladder for you … LOL!