A longing to return…

sunset by njsays

there is a longing
to turn homeward,
like a bird in flight,
once the day ends;
even if that day
feels like a decade.

to mend the rifts
born with the day,
with our absence;
to sustain smiles
we shared before;
to speak of love,
even if it comes
with that stutter.

there is language
even in the silence
which baffles us;
one which we cart
with our travels,
and one only few
can understand.


there is a longing,
to turn homeward,
like a bird in flight;
toward the nest
where we grew up,
speaking, hearing
that old language;
where even now,
in our starry night,
they understand,
yet still pretend
that they do not.

This fiction post has been inspired by a photograph taken by a friend Nirmal Jayaraj, the wordle given at The Sunday Whirl #175, by the image given at Magpie Tales #234. The image at Magpie Tales is Starry Night, by Alex Ruiz. Also sharing the poem with The Imaginary Garden and The Poetry Pantry.

(25th August 2014)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

44 thoughts on “A longing to return…”

  1. How unfair that you make me read this when my heart longs to go home and be with those whom I have left behind for whatever reasons. πŸ™

  2. How right you are about longing to turn homeward but as you get older there are many places that hold fond memories and still they lure you back.

  3. I do agree that there is often a yearning to return homeward. I have two older cousins, each of whom left our hometown for ‘greener pastures,’ but in their elder years they each returned to their roots. The draw of the nest is strong. I love the images of your poem!

  4. I really like the element of repetition in this poem – the reiteration of phrases really drives home your theme.

  5. after a long day no matter what its home that gives rest its home that gives smiles… also true for life… when the journey ends its only in death we find rest!

  6. Relationships and loss, one growing, moving changing… these are the elements of life. But home is so often that place of comfort, if only in our hearts and dreams.

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