A Wayward Traveling Home

understanding the under

A Wayward Traveling Home

There is no one to tell you of the noise
you made your whole life,
Nor the lies.

Wait! I hear a silent whisper.
Is that you in disguise?
Had you found the secret
you were not looking for?

I am here above the cloud
In the wind of sound
Crying in laughter
Self bounding to its own enlightenment.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thank you Moon! There are so many things I have yet to discover by not looking for them. I wonder when the next one will come along.

Regards,
Al

[Moonie]

The world is round, Al, so we just have to keep walking to eventually come back home... :))
Agree with moonskittles down there....:)) What an excellent poem!! :D

[Alfred Kukitz]

I could just hear you say juxtaposition in your sweet syllabillic tone!

Thank you D!

regards,
al

[~]

A stunning introspect of things unsaid, yet experienced. The juxtapositions within the peace make the poem speak for itself. :D

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks guys! There seem to be in no ending in the surprises I discover in the silence of my home. Honey, my lab, like it too! Jackson's sleeping!

regards,
al

[Willys Watson]

Short and to the point as if using words for a canvas. Pretty damn good verse here.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what a great line, "crying in laughter"---

the entire last stanza is a winner...."self-bounding to its own enlightenment"

home is where the truth of life is.