Poem. home 6.
Feeling the niggling rise of nostalgia for my home country lately I was inspired to put down in words an image that had been floating around in my head from some months ago.
Home 6.
a name
to name it in soundless words conjures an image
a feeling of stillness, hushed felicity
a fanciful amalgamate of memories
played sluggish through the nostalga of time
ochre powdered rocks shimmer in the heat
dark sandy strands of hair drift unbidden towards the sky
blue grey leaves slide over one another with
muted rustles as the breezes pass
tall feathery reeds bend and float on air, entwined together
crisp eucalyptus and old spice pepper the air
a bold blue jolt of sky and eyes
here
gently warms all the feeling organs
burgeons the senses in rapture
recinding banality
Posted in: home, poem on Tuesday, March 9, 2010 at at 12:02 PM
