Running from the hometown
Homegrown soot
Closed minded, close knit
Judgmental looks
Immature taunts
Of the city of my upbringing
With dark cast clouds
Shadows that follow and haunt
Broken windows, rundown storefronts
Nauseating odors
Making me sad
Searching for a new life,
New beginning
In a place just like home
With the familiar faces
Shared history
Rustic beauty and simplicity
That we all yearn for
Knowing your neighbors
For generations
Comforted by the old cherished buildings
Congenial companions
Humorous characters
Making me feel wistful
For barefooted walks,
Bacon scented breezes
The charm of the lovely dusk
In my romantic hometown
Your poem strikes many chords, Denise. How when we run, it is always to and from something, all at the same time. The push/pull is an equal force, which may be why we 'edit' our memories. I am now back in the city of my birth after a forty year sojourn, constantly amazed at how similar those two different places really are.
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Elizabeth,
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading this. Most locations are the same until we find ourselves.
nicely done....enjoyed reading....and thanks for sharing your words
ReplyDeleteWayne, Thanks for visiting this site and for your kind comments.
Deletea poignant take on the prompt. how often do we not realize how much something means to us until we no longer have it in our lives? well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting the site and commenting, Dani. It is ironic how time changes that. I appreciate your kind words.
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