Going Home
Going Home…
Can you smell the fires burning,
the dewy globes atop the blades of grass,
the crickets singing lullabies,—
With placid midnight in summer’s yearning,
The languor of a mountain pass,
As snowy myriads of stars arise
And I, the Colossus machine,
Revels in the world that I’ve created
Eyeing the captions of scripture
How clear it all seems, as this life careens
in error, a moment fated,
What are you now my friend, a picture?
hmmm a picture…..
It’s hard hugging granite today
Blending into shadows as colossus,
Servant to unworthy shrews,
and neonate demons, scared and afraid
I watch, as you descend unconscious
and simply at peace with this dreadful news.
Yet here I am, my mind enfolds
with a necropolis of books
With words slighting justice for what I feel
Buried away I’ve kept my soul
Upset with God from how much He took
How his creations have lost appeal.
Overhead the boughs creak so ominous
The stench of death drowns the night fire
And screeches louder than any crickets
Steep us, as death is providence
one must die, so lady death can live
such irony she no more visits.
But those we cherish will not walk away,
they come and visit us each day
and their good names endure for they were loved
and though they may have been led astray
they end up as stars we look toward and pray
achieving the cycle, rising above.
And through this tragedy my heart was sewn,
Because I know, they too, are going home.
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Such a heartrending, sorrowful verse, Paul – yet masterful in emotive phrasing. Great work.
Thank you Phyllis. Much appreciation.
“and their good names endure for they were loved
and though they may have been led astray
they end up as stars we look toward and pray”
Love this…. awesome piece Paul
Thank you so much Kurt for your kind words.
Great phrasing and a poignant rendition of the human condition, artfully created and expressed. Great work Paul.
Sad the human condition has to be filled with such heartache, and we as poets keep expressing such different pieces of it. Thank you so much for your kind words Tony.
Sad but beautiful work, Paul.
Thank you so much for commenting John. Much appreciation