Coming Home

standing at the edge
of a green sea
dotted with daisies
the air feels thick
and each inhalation
brings the taste of honeysuckle
sliding across my tongue
yet it bounces in the treetops above

like a flower looking for the solar kiss
I turn my face toward the cloudless firmament
and soak in heat like the stones around me
I wade the meadow
to cross into the deep shade of the leafy sentinels
I can hear their ward, chuckling in the distance
I can see the sparkle of the creek as it winks between the trunks

I could stand here forever
a sentry in my own right
a soul at rest
to wrap around another
to soak in heat, to give it off
to ward another, or to wink and sparkle

 

standing at the edge
of home

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

beautifully composed descriptive piece of prose.The lack of punctuation obviously intended to allow the reader to decide where the line breaks should be

[Shane Patrick]

like a flower looking for the solar kiss
what a wonderful line... I thank Brandi for telling you about this place as this poem itself was worth it all... work of art, took me to the field for a swim.. wonderful!

[__Flaw__]

A very sensitive person is what u are...n e one can judge that...!!! And i am a bad judge of a person.

And yeah...there's no place like home no doubt... this was beautifully described...very nice indeed.

please do carry on.... Adios :)

[Brette Medb]

nothing feels more like home than being outdoors within Mother Nature... I loved the serenity in this... beautiful write!



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[RevolutionAngel]

You paint a beautiful picture, I like this poem a lot