A scent of belonging

by Meme   Sep 12, 2015


Sometimes amidst
the chaos of life,
I fail to recognize you
and I stray away
from recognizing
my own being.

And no one would
draw me a map,
they say I'm a strayer,
there is no point if the
final stop is yet to be seen.

But I always find you again,
not on those busy streets,
but within the lines..
that drew the poems..
which carved dictionaries.,
that stood to build a library..
..of you!

As I stand before you
yearning for the first love
scripted in my book,
I hand you my pen,
and my papers,
and my memories.

When your words feel
as safe as a home,
don't deny me them;
I grew tired of dragging
a homeless heart.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Boy

    Very nice use of words. good written piece. Nice poem

  • 9 years ago

    by Koan

    "But I always find you again,
    not on those busy streets,
    but within the lines..
    that drew the poems..
    which carved dictionaries.,
    that stood to build a library..
    ..of you!"

    ^^^^So deeply touching Bravo!!!

  • 9 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    I came back to read this again...about number7 i think...anyway....i thought i had commented but ibhadnt soooo i just wanted to say this is so so good....simply wonderful!

    • 9 years ago

      by Meme

      Thank you Ben :)

  • 9 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Well this made me tear up....you do that to me you know....oh this is a lovely piece!

    • 9 years ago

      by Meme

      Awwwww.. Luv u maple :*

  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    What a well penned poem and the last stanza is superb! Read twice and enjoyed immensely. Well done.
    All the very best,
    Ben

    • 9 years ago

      by Meme

      Thanks Ben :)

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