Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Always Greener





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


6 comments:

  1. 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.

    Elizabeth
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  2. Elizabeth,
    Thanks for reading this. Most locations are the same until we find ourselves.

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  3. nicely done....enjoyed reading....and thanks for sharing your words

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    1. Wayne, Thanks for visiting this site and for your kind comments.

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  4. a 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!

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  5. Thank you for visiting the site and commenting, Dani. It is ironic how time changes that. I appreciate your kind words.

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