Homer's Headed Home

Dirt carried by the wind,
Along with the well wishes you sent.

The birds struggle flying through,
Swear they're headed towards you.

Daydreams invade the young,
Still hear the siren's song.

The sails are tired; muscles sore.
Are your arms still waiting ashore?

Reviews

[AprilRN1210]

well, now this is different from what I am used to reading from you.. I like it.. This one tugs on my heart strings and speaks of longing, of hope, of need... very nice ending.. you still amaze me at your ability to say so much, make me see and feel so much, with saying so little.. and the subtle rhymes are pretty darn good.. (of course I do have a country accent--so I am sure I am saying different than everyone else, but it is pleasing to my ears..) Awesome piece, sir!!

one small thing I did notice.... did you mean "struggle flying through"?

[Inda]

You flatter me! Thanks for the spell check at 4:30 a.m it's easy to overlook it, as you know. :)
read moreYou flatter me! Thanks for the spell check at 4:30 a.m it's easy to overlook it, as you know. :)
Thank you so much for your review, means a lot!

[AprilRN1210]

my pleasure.. apparently the world wide web also ate the rest of your comment.. :(

[Inda]

I know!! I just wanted to say thank you so much, means a lot!

[AprilRN1210]

ahhhh.. gotcha... you're welcome so much... :)

[Baby Ricochet]

Look out for those Sirens. They will f**k you up.

[Inda]

Indeed! Thanks for stopping by!