Life is a series of tiring verbs
as I wade through the
ashes of orchids.
I'm a vagabond with
a ragged soul
coming for you hard on
a lonesome road.
I float aimless,
like an acorn in
a mountain stream.
The death of dreams smells
like autumn leaves,
lonely as driftwood.
Home is not going to be
a white door at the
end of a sidewalk.
It's bigger and broader,
and can't fit behind a
fence and walls.
It will always be the
sum of my
memories and longings.
Home is walking the streets,
hand in hand,
with our son on my shoulders.
Home is lying in
the grass with your
fingers in my beard, and hope
oozing from your blue eyes.
It's eating sushi and laughing at
our accidental touch of hands,
reaching together for
the last California roll;
avocado safe at
a sun-dappled table.
I'm drifting lost on
a southern wind.
When I'm with you again,
wherever that is,
I'll be home.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
Another cracking piece, mate. Very well done. Cheers, Tom.
Thank you, Tom. Much appreciated.
Good write Tom.
Erm you home now? I keep banging on ya front door, but no answer. You in there, but asleep?! lol.
If not, when will ya be home?
Thanks, my friend.
I'll be breathless, such amazing poetry I loved every last line. 🌹 This is so special. 🌹
Thank you, Teddy. I appreciate it.
such a beautiful poem ! Very relatable i admit
Thank you so much.
In my humble opinion you don't have a best .. they just keep getting better and better .. and I do mean that ..
Thank you, my friend. I appreciate it.
Beautiful images and metaphors in this poem that is loaded with great lines. And the message is conveyed nicely with the hook "I'll be home" Loved this one Thomas
Much appreciated. Thank you.
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