30 Day Poetry Challenge :: Day 17 :: Take Me Back Home

in poetry •  7 years ago 



The wind blew me to the sea today,
far from you.
I asked her (the wind)
to take me back home,
to a place that I had forgotten I belonged to.

It is odd
to come back home
to a place that I've never been before.
Similar to gazing at the stars
with the great knowing that they were our birthplace
and we still carry their fiery DNA.

"Welcome back child",
the coconut trees and Arabian Sea are whispering,
"Return, return, return,
seed of my seed,
we have many stories for you".



Day 17 Poetry Challenge :: Think about a memory of when you arrived somewhere for the first time and immediately felt at home. What made you feel at home? The people, environment, smells, food? Write a poem about this experience.



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I feel like this every time I go to Nelson BC, though I live in Nova Scotia :) Except no coconut trees... Hehe
Lovely poem!

Very good post ..... big tree so a poem, help @adoelesteem

Powerful poetic prowess

  ·  7 years ago (edited)

I totally found myself in your poem! That's how I felt when I first came to Croatia from U.S. three years ago!
Rmember the moment when I was looking down to Dubrovnik from airplane.
Now I live there :)
Thanks for cheering up my day.
Now I am living here

What format would you call this? Is this prose or another genre? Just wondering. I’m interested in why you have arranged it as you have. It sounds a bit like an inner narrative, kind of the way we speak to ourselves. Thank you for sharing:)

"It is odd
to come back home
to a place that I've never been before."

For me, this experience of spiritual deja vu that you movingly describe above, is not an actual place, but more a state... of Being— where one is healed, whole and holy. Below, my attempt to describe it, in verse:

Transportation

When beside yourself, blindfolded and bundled off
where all is winking confidences, suffused smiles
and a sense of imminent revelation

-a state as delineated as a planet -

Here, the mind’s eye must no longer squint
for symbols embedded in the day

the trick is not to steal from this capital of riches
but to cultivate organs of appreciation

Breathe the pregnant, wriggling air
acquire a taste for the return and
above all, remember the Way…

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Beautiful poetic piece.

I fly flows well from stanza to stanza and the literary techniques you employed makes it progressional..

I'll be following you up from today. I'm sure I'll be learning a lot from you.

Thanks for sharing.

Happy Steeming

that was great!

Beautiful poetry Ms @anwenbaumeister, like it so much. Its make me sad, remind me when should to go to another country. Losing my sweety home, losing a hope ... -.-

Very good post! I folow you

That’s a nice pic u could see the legs on the bottom and the head and couple arms trippy pic

I really like this one. It could be seeds, children, life, God.... so many meanings to fit whichever reader reads and how they wish to perceive .. proper art :)