My Hometown

[Jokerman]

This is a prose poem.

I would like to some day go home. I don't know the exact location of this place. I know I'm not there now. There would be a pleasing feeling of familiarity and a sense of welcome in everything I saw. People would greet me warmly. They would remind me of the length of my absence and the thousands of miles I had traveled in those restless years but mostly, they would tell me that I had been missed and that things were better now that I had returned. Autumn would come to this place of welcome, this place I would know to be home. Autumn would come and the air would grow cool, dry and magic. At night, I would walk the streets and not feel empty or in need, for these were the streets of my hometown. These were the streets that I had thought about when far from them and now I was back and all was as it should be. The trees and the falling leaves would welcome me. I would look up at the moon and remember seeing it in countries all over the world as i had ceaselessly journeyed for decades, never remember it looking the same as viewed from my hometown.

 

[Kadafi Son]

Wasn't feelin' it too much. Maybe because to me it sounded like a thought you just put down or it doesn't really have a rhythm. But thats just me. But what matters is that you got somethin' off you chest and your mind.

Peace...

 

[Jurhum]

Maybe because to me it sounded like a thought you just put down or it doesn't really have a rhythm. But thats just me. But what matters is that you got somethin' off you chest and your mind.

Peace...

As he said, it's a prose poem.

Anyway, I've found it pretty nicely written. Expressed a lot of feelings. It could have so many meanings to it too. Great poem I thought.

I like it actually. I've read a few poems written that way on this board before and found them interesting.

Keep it up.

 

[S O F I]

Well, umm, as long as you got your feelings out. That's important.

I can't say I'm impressed. I need rhythm, rhyme.

 

[Cunfuzed]

I've always loved your prose. Especially some of your older stuff, like your story about the guy who gave away his blood to everyone and the story about the ring. I think you know what poems I"m talking about.

And to everyone else... you need to look further than how words sound. There is rhythm in meanings and images. Give this another reading and immerse yourself in the images. You'll find a new appreciation.

Great, warm piece.