Just like a prodigal son
Grieving for my birthright
I wend my way from the tavern
and light candles of remorse
What did I find in the city?
What help in the beer house?
What treasures in whoredom?
and did I learn from wastefulness?
None, for I'll take to the road
Well off the beaten track
With the sun on my sad face
and the rain in my lank hair
Where tarmac turns to gravel
Where footsteps falter on hardship
Where nature's wild things roar
and rushing mountain streams sing
Like an old repentant man
I now return to my roots
To rediscover my life
and plant my feet firmly home
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This dusty hot road turned around on the last verse...just like Dorothy the best road is the one that takes you home...albeit she didn't indulge in whoring but still...whatever the misadventure we live and learn and what better place to tell our stories then when our feet are back through the front door
ReplyDeleteLove this, especially:
ReplyDelete"Where footsteps falter on hardship
Where nature's wild things roar"
and "plant my feet firmly home." --> YES. :)
Excellent use of the words in the search for peace and belonging.
ReplyDeleteWisdom often comes with a price tag.
ReplyDeleteGreat wordling - you really got to grips with the concept linking the words.
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery of candles of remorse - so sad - and yet some redemption in the end - getting out of the city and returning to "my roots".
ReplyDeleteLove seeing where you took these words. The first few lines drew me in very effectively.
ReplyDeleteGreat wordleing ... like the feeling of growing from youthful brash restlessness into reflective wisdom making a kind of circle ... finally returning to ones roots.
ReplyDeleteYou handled this one expertly!
ReplyDeleteA poem that begins with hopelessness, ends on a faint note of hope!
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