Home 2

Home 2

A Poem by redzone
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Home #2

 

 

Why does coming home

seem so hard at times?

It’s like the closer to home I get,

the farther you are from me.

 

Home

where the small stream,

Willow Creek, flows.

When it rains hard, floods,

covering half the field

outside the back of the house.

When the water recedes,

everything becomes greener,

colors brighter

with spurts of growth.

 

But, there is also damage;

gardens wash away,

crops lost,

like emotions, floating down

the receding, muddy waters.

Sometimes, coming home

means losing the things we love.

 

Willow Creek,

rushes by,

and I realize

the water I see now

is not the water

I saw a week ago,

a day ago,

or even a few seconds ago.

 

Water,

while continuous,

rising and falling,

is never the same.

Friendship,

is also continuous,

it too flows,

strengthen or weaken,

never staying the same.

 

Coming home sometimes means

losing the things we love.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 7.24.18


© 2018 redzone


Author's Note

redzone
....thanks for reading...


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This poem feels like coming home after one of our hurricanes...Its hard, its necessary, you never know if your gonna have lost everything or found salvation. Thanks for the share Redzone.

Posted 5 Years Ago


love flows towards, then flows away...there is the constant flow...
but the current is not always consistent...
it rushes or it ripples...but love cannot be tamed...it is like an Ocean of feelings sprung from those small rivers of feelings...and it gets too big to contain, and sometimes so big it washes us away in painful regret.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


there are some things though how valuable they are, we tend to lose them ,maybe in one way or another it is what nature vs nurture wants to send a message for us.

Posted 5 Years Ago


The 'wear and tear" of nature; erosion of the heart and mind seems inevitable, and almost expected in this piece. A moving, honest look inside.
Literally speaking, this very phenomenon happens where I live, too. So we plant anew to sure up the banks.
Metaphorically, planting anew is also an option: which you indicate in your line:
"Friendship,
is also continuous,
it too flows,
strengthen or weaken,
never staying the same"
Nice write, red


Posted 5 Years Ago



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