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Belief, Communication, creative, Depression, Different Shores, faith, hope, isolation, nostalgia, poems, poetry, Roots, verse, writing
We set sail for different shores
A chance to greet new horizons
And carve a name where once was none
To plant our feet on holy ground,
We threw our maps into the sea
To trust to luck and winking stars
And casting dreams upon the winds
Our faith forever in the brine,
We sought the land birds on the wing
Strained our ears to hear their song
And when the call came from the crow
We took to task with hungry hands,
We welcomed in the virgin green
As if we’d never loved before
And set our rootless feet upon the shore
But never felt the tendrils grow,
We let our restless eyes look back
To all the things we’d left behind
And heard our past love’s whispered words:
“Come back, come back, come home to me.”
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020
Loved that ending. Lovely, Chris.
Thank you, I’m really pleased that you liked this.
You remind of how hard it is to be human, Chris. All that hope, All that doubt. Or is it? I’ll let you know …
I guess that’s the million pound question, Rachael. Thank you.
I love how you wrote this. The imagery is perfect.
Thank you, Tara, I do like the sea as a metaphor. Glad you liked this piece.
You know I adore your writings. Excellent, as always.
Humbled.
That conclusion is deliciously poignant. “Don’t it always go to show” as Joni Mitchell once sang is brought powerfully to life by this poem,
Thanks, Peter – I always appreciate your thoughts.