The Prodigal Poet

[rhymeguy]

I have journeyed

to foreign lands.

Studied the work

of foreign hands.

 

Tried new skills

with some success;

Not the worst;

Not the best.

 

Spread my wings

and flown around.

It’s time to return

to familiar ground.

 

To tend the soil

that I love best;

to leave behind

all the rest;

 

to nurture and care

for tender shoots;

find my way

back to my roots.

 

With pockets full

of lessons learned

the prodigal poet

has returned.

 

I may be seen as simple

lacking in sophistication;

too old and badly damaged;

beyond restoration

 

But I have made the journey

from lollipops to OZ;

gathered wisdom, heart and courage;

seen the glory and the flaws

 

I had to take the journey

to learn, where’re I roam,

when all is seen and gathered

it’s time to go back home .

 

 

RHYMEGUY

[Lake]

What a journey, Rhymeguy! It struck the cord. I can certainly relate to it.

Re unsophistication, I think sometimes, the simple-minded have a better perception of the world.

 

Regards,

 

Lake

[Nick Tselepides]

Nice little poem and very musical.

If I were you I would delete all the : marks, replacing some with a comma. The poem would look better on the page and the effect would be the same.

 

Thanks for sharing.