My feet
Firmly entrenched
On the lonely road
Of exile.
From a world
That I once breathed
And drank in
On a daily basis.
Where one's soul
Does mourn
Life's little things
Taken for granted.
Like the sweet perfume
Of a blossoming rose
After a harsh winter
Filled with snow and ice.
Smiles shared
So innocently
With total strangers
At nature's beauty.
Now - distance memory
Never again
To grace
One's scent of smell.
Concrete canyons
Dominate the emerging vista
That stands before me.
As I search
For a new place
To call home
For my beating heart.
Therisa © 2019
Author's note: Something that wrote itself, in 20 minutes. Finding a title for this poem? That's an entirely different kettle of fish! Sigh.
1 comment:
Beautiful.
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