Displaced
Green mountains grew small
And the blue lake dimmed,
The ones I loved,
The home I knew
Disappeared,
As I watched from my window.
Sand, brown on brown, below
And green trees tracking
A river's trail,
A home unknown
Appeared,
As I watched from my window.
Balloons floated towards
Chameleon mountains,
Rolling tumbleweeds
Crossed pebbled yards
And road runners raced,
As I watched from my window.
Tears streaked the glass pane
I leaned against,
Looking for a place
In a strange land
I could call home,
As I watched from my window.
© 2008 Joyce Greene (All rights reserved)
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sweet, simple and touching
sweet, simple and touching
thanks, mimi
A very sad time. Luckily we moved back east in two years. Thank you for reading and commenting so nicely!
joyce
homesickness...
joyce,
Its quiet sad having this thing called "changing address" i can relate to this...
esp. when you become so intimate with the place and the neighborhood and suddenly the news comes that ... "we gotta pack things up and move..." anyway life is a journey...so we got to move on...
claire
It sure changes everything!
The culture shock was enormous! I went to a restaurant and was delighted to see New England clam chowder on the menu. So, of course, I ordered it. And, what did they serve me? Manhattan clam chowder with chili pepper! lol
Thanks for reading and commenting.
joyce
Joyce
Unfortunately change is inevitable as time marches on. It gives new meaning to the saying that you can never go home again. A very melecholy piece but so well written.
Pete
Displaced..
They say its one of the hardest things to do, move home. Displaced, a really interesting choice of words...a removal of something, maybe not by choice? I sense alot of sadness in this one, and as always you describe your feelings so eloquently.
DEbs
Joyce....
great write!...peace
thank you all for your nice comments...
I wrote this thinking of my eyes reflecting the sadness in my soul, so they were actually windows as well as the actual glass windows I was looking from. (The eyes are windows of the soul - who said this I have no idea!) I don't know whether this came through or not. I think the last stanza suggests it the best. If anyone wants to comment on that I would really appreciate it.
And thank you again to those who have read and commented on my poem!
joyce
yeah joyce....
I didnt quite know you meant eyes till the last stanza....then it came clear and I read the poem again with this new concept in mind and it was touching....really well done....peace
I'm so glad you saw it, repenter...
I see that you are studying to be an English teacher so that probably helps you in reading others' works. I appreciate your careful reading and your great comment! Have a super birthday!
joyce