Missing Home

My heart throbs, and my brain aches…

And every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking;

About the places I’ve been, and the times I’ve lost

Aimlessly seeking satisfaction from many that abide.

Yet finding not an ounce from my vast wanderings.

Perhaps I should have stayed.

Perhaps I should have laughed and loved more,

And just ventured into their mundane jokes,

Or perhaps I should have perhaps seen myself alive

Right there, where I now bitterly yearn.

Then the bathing swans, and the singing fishes,

would not have been thought as merrier; being more at home than I.

Biko, 13th January 2021

My response to Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #52: Something About Mary

Rosemary is back with a Mary Oliver challenge and a poem chosen from Dreamwork. It’s called ‘Landscape’ and we are invited to choose a line or phrase and use it to inspire a new piece of our own writing. I chose the lines:

‘…every morning I walk like this around the pond thinking;

The image is free from Pixabay

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