Homeless

Are we not all homeless on this tellurian journey?

Battling through this borrowed land

all abodes nothing more than a rented gurney

a fleeting respite before buried in time's sand

Prior to taking up this corporal mound of clay

to embark upon our forward trudgings

ask: Do we not leave behind, on our way,

our ephemeral Bedouin lodgings?

Behind us, dwellings, friends, and relatives, strewn

like discarded remnants of the past

A vagrant yes! Yet, nature provides us a boon

an edifice that all this life will last

A structured habitat so grand,

a mortal harbor, we will only leave behind

on this passage when we depart this land

to a future, of which we are sand-blind

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I lived in foster homes as a child. Taught me to be a Gypsy Soren.
"Are we not all homeless on this tellurian journey?
Battling through this borrowed land
all abodes nothing more than a rented gurney
a fleeting respite before buried in time's sand"
I liked the above lines and I do believe, like you write. We are borrowing the land. I believe home is where we can rest our head. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Soren]

Thank you so much Coyote for sharing this piece of you and reviewing this poem as well as most kind words.

[willweb]

There is a lot of truth to your words my friend. Indeed, what do we own and what difference does it make because once we are gone, someone else will take our spot.

[Soren]

Thanks Will I so appreciate your review and comments

[emmajoygreen]

Words to seriously consider but perhaps, not to linger in. Life is a cocktail shaker of emotion and action, qw need serve selves more of the fizz than the flat to live in an unselfish but hopeful state. Your language is able to mix the old and the new, as if you're on a permanent journey... and, how well you travel. 'Sand-blind for sure but awareness of a past life well traveled, rough terrain or calm waters. Many thanks for sharing your extraordinary way of thinking.

[Soren]

Thank you so much EmmaJoy for the review and detailed analysis. It is so appreciated.

[emmajoygreen]

Am always delighted to share your thoughts, especially set in such fine language. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we are nomads traveling through life making stops, living in this place and that...
What we gain materialistically we will leave behind in one of the rented houses.
When i saw the title i was reminded of Paul Simon's song "Homeless" on his Graceland album.
nicely done, Soren...lots of harsh feelings in this...reminding us of what we think we have that we haven't really got.

[Soren]

Thank you Jacob I so appreciate the review and comments. You are right we really own nothing here, just guests on a journey.

[John the Baptist]

Nicely rhymed, Soren, but I'm not getting verse two. I'm assuming "this corporal mound of clay" refers to the body. How can we ask anything prior to taking it up?

[Soren]

Thank you John for the review. Yes John I left that verse a bit ambiguous so it can be taken two ways.