I sit here in this foreign clime
Skyscrapers far as the eye can sweep
And strange rurals, bring forth a yawn
Once joys, now all things I detest
I’m going home, aye, yes it’s time.
My home so many scribe, regale
Of craven and the ones of brawn
The men of yore adorned in crests
Words that make one laugh and weep
And yet fall flat upon truth’s tale
The hills that rise and fall gently
Row upon row of verdant breasts
Their knolls soft, their valleys deep
That lull in dusk as well as dawn
My lands of home they call to me
Oh yes, my life will travel and roam
Yet never thought these sojourns would keep
Me so long from the lands that I love best
This homesickness must be withdrawn
Aye, yes it’s time, I’m going home
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Trying out David James’ Karousel form.
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This made me think of “Goin’ Home”, the spiritual to the tune of the second movement of Dvorak’s New World Symphony. I can’t be sure, though, whether or not you intended that meaning of “going home”.
I had to Google Dvorak to know what you were talking about. Beautiful piece, I have heard it before, just didn’t remember the origin. I believe I heard Botticelli sing it. No, I was not thinking of that final ‘going home’. This home was more earthly based. Thanks Bob.
This is such a lovely piece… going to read up on his form now …
Thanks Bajan.
homesickness is a powerful force…we may can live for a while in a place of compromise but then…one day…
So true Claudia. No matter where home is, there’s no place like it…
i used to travel a ton…it was exciting for a while…but not being able to take my family wore on me…and homesick is def what i felt….
As a single person it’s one thing, but once there’s children especially – I can see that happening. As Claudia noted, it is a powerful force.
Very careful construction throughout and yet it never shows through. Your piece is infused with music, imagery and beauty. It doesn’t show its form nor does it seem like free verse – it sounds like truth and yearning from your heart.
Why thank you Gay. Having just read your entry a few minutes ago, I do understand it does not feel like a form, and yet there is definite structure. I’m glad it sounds like truth for those rolling hills are strictly imagination to this city gal.
Homesickness is such a powerful emotion – and your poem captures it well.
Thank you, Tony.
Only cause I saw it last night on youtube Phylicia Rashad reading a poem from her mom has the same vibe of going home. called ‘on status’, very poignant and powerful.
Thank you, Lyn. I’m going to have to look that piece up.
wanting to go how is such a pwerful emotion
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It truly is. Thanks Zongrik.
I like the concluding lines, its time to go home ~ Well done with the form, specially the third stanza, my favourite ~ Have a good weekend ~
Thank you Grace. Have a wonderful weekend as well.
…a wonderful experience for me to have read this…glad i stopped by…smiles…
Thank you, Kelvin. I’m glad you liked it.
Being a nomad at heart I never really understood homesickness. Your words make me understand. Very expressive. Thank you.
Thank you, Phoenix.