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Among The Wisteria Vines Is Where I Felt Most Alive

Among The Wisteria Vines Is Where I Felt Most Alive

A Poem by Louis McKraker


            For my mother...

            Rest in peace, as I do now.




To the finer dwellings and on,

  in search of a dream, or an illusion that would suffice

(to grander themes; larger Magnolia Trees;

  better tiling, perhaps, since one collapsed,

nearly killing me; but you saved me in my sleep).

  We traveled there together and alone.

But how much, in wanting, did we ultimately sacrifice;

  when, in truth, only one place ever felt like home?…

                    To me,

                        at least.


I know I fought it, same as I fought you--

  all my life, in fact.

But now, some old voice echoes on, and has brought truth:

  this place and I have an unspoken pact.


Maybe, it was just the tears I cried,

  throughout all of those years,

that hid the truth from my sight…

  But I am home now,

and even though I am alone, somehow,

  among these Wisteria vines,

I have never felt so alive.

                    Never, in all my life.


So, you can take our finer things;

  and you can take them on…

Take the Maître d's,

  and my Mercedes keys.

Mister, I will survive…

  Just let me hear a song;

but not a musician’s song…

  Just let me hear how the weak wood sighs,

here among these vines.


      Let them sing to me,

          among these ancient vines.


I am in a city shade today.

  This park is nice, and kids are at play.

But it’s just not the same

  as the shade that draws its drapes

(round-about a mid-day)

  across that rusted old Accord.

And if I need any reason to hurt today,

  it is because I miss home, more and more

                    everyday.

                     Oh! I miss it, Lord.


Maybe, it was just the pain in my eyes,

  I carried throughout all of those years

that hid this truth from my sight…

  But I feel at home now,

and even though I am alone, somehow,

  among these Wisteria vines,

I have never felt so alive.

                    Never, in all my life.




© 2018 Louis McKraker



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This is poetry.
"among these Wisteria vines,
I have never felt so alive.
Never, in all my life."
I loved the story in the poem and the perfect ending above. Thank you Louis for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 7 Months Ago


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Louis McKraker
Louis McKraker

Montpelier, VT



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I was born in Central Alabama and began writing poetry and short stories at age nine. I am now the author of several poetry compilations, a song and lyric collection, and a collection of short stories.. more..

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