As Thomas said,
“Look homeward, angel”
and every now and then
I run along the
arroyos and narrow paths
of an earlier time.
Sometimes meeting myself
halfway in
sometimes not.
Noticing the changes
in windswept tides.
Still seeing
those original bones
pulled over
the truth and past
drowning in
yesteryear’s music
knowing fully
that one can’t go home again
but knowing still
it’s always there
off the beaten path.
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Lovely!
Thank you, Marissa 🙂
Oh, you took me right down that arroyo with you as you met yourself! Excellent images created in words! I can relate to this as when I go home again I see the ghosts all around even though I know I really can’t go home again to live there. Almost a longing though…to run again along those paths.
Thank you. It is interesting to tread upon those roads and places of yesterday, sometimes so much has changed, but yet, it’s still familiar.
I like this very much – it’s hard to express it any other way than through images……… I often experience my past as a kind of nostalgia for what should have been…………… 🙂
Thank you so much. The past is difficult to express sometimes, and I also look back with a desire for what should have been 🙂
It is nice to enjoy the journey. Thank you for a great story.
Thank you so much for the gracious compliment and for the blog visit!
You are so very graciously welcome. I enjoy visiting great sites… like yours.
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By the lovely L.T. Garvin.
Thanks again 🙂
You are very graciously welcome again.
Another reminder that home is not a place. Memories, remembrances…
So true, Sha’Tara..a state of mind 🙂
Amazing, Lana. This is beautiful ❤
Thanks so much, Diana!
Such a Lovely, Thank you for sharing a great story.
Thank you so much.
Lovely metaphorical imagery
Thank you, Derrick 🙂
Lovely idea that the past is always with us to treasure.
Thanks so much, Bernadette.
Stunning! Perhaps it’s not so important that we go physically home as that we’re able to travel there any time our memories permit?!
Thanks for the beautiful compliment, Debbie. I agree that “home” can always be nearby in our hearts.
Stunning poem!
Thank you so much. I hope your back-to-school is going well 🙂
Starts next week. So excited!
Well neat! Our schools started this week, but as a sub, I’ll get probably another week. 🙂
I certainly related to this poem. My favorite lines: “the truth and past drowning in/
yesteryear’s music.” Music provides us with such strong emotion.
Music really does, and also gives us a time reference…sort of a soundtrack to life events. Have you ever read Thomas Wolf, by chance? It has been awhile since I’ve read his books, but I loved them.
I read and enjoyed tremendously Thomas Wolf many years ago, so long ago that I read it before he wrote it.
Oh you are too funny! I need to pull those books out and read them again when it is cold and dreary this winter 🙂