Softly.
You always come to me softly
in the softest notes I can find
to play at end of day
to reverberate the strings of my heart
touch the deepest parts which
still see me yearn.
I swim through life’s winding lanes
sometimes upstream others
down
never knowing if the next wave
will swamp or lift
to crest and seek another which
carry further along.
How far would you go?
Each time I think I’ve reached my own
the destination changes and
off we swim again
yet,
Logic dictates, that eventually
all roads lead to home.
~*~
© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved
Shared with dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar: Enjambment
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This amazing photo was made for this emotional poem.
Logic dictates, that eventually
all roads lead to home.
Yes we need not be unduly worried over things which eventually will fall into place as long as we keep our head. Nicely Bren!
Hank
~*~
beautiful D.! Oh man! what a pull! even when we sense it may lead nowhere but I LOVE where you took it, home and that’s where the books are ;-p beautiful pic as well!
Gorgeous, my new favorite of yours.
“I swim through life’s winding lanes” … you can say that again! mine are rough, rugged and untarred roads 😦 … yet I keep my hopeful sights on the endless horizon.
Love piece 🙂
An lazy swim through the easy currents of the poem – not sure about the logic at the end, though!
the last lines say much…sweet….and loved how the poem flowed through the words…..
Amazing pic ~ amazing poem
I believe so !!!
I could not comment earlier….this is lovely and one hopes there more smooth waters along the way and less rapids…
Wow, is that your picture? Nicely done, if it is. Good match to the poem.
I really like the sound in this:
“to reverberate the strings of my heart
touch the deepest parts which
still see me yearn”
Once long ago when I was out finding myself, my oldest daughter….then not quite a grown woman….gave me a card that said something quite the same…”you always find your way home”. She was so young but understood so much even then. Beautiful write.
ugh…talking about home….i’m so far from home…and will be for another three weeks…so very felt piece…brought to mind…where ever i lay my hat that’s my home…ha…if it were that easy…and totally cool pic
I wish all roads lead to home…but sometimes, going elsewhere makes us appreciate the home ~
Happy day Bren ~
Home, There is no place like dear poet. Love this piece
your poem is a beauty, full of answered hope and faith.
this is lovely 🙂
Excellent use of enjambment without losing flow and meaning. Nice construction.
I could really feel the ebb and flow of this one – like slow waves drawing into shore. Lovely.
This reads like a song–flowing, melodic. Beautiful work!
Excellent, beautifully written and so true…home is always where the heart is… and that picture just blows me away.
That is very true, all roads lead on back, even when life gives flack. Back home we find ourselves. Although swimming in cement I never tried, that pic makes it looks like a fun ride. Unless he’s stuck, then one would just shout ummm duck.
these lanes we travel…some times gravel
smooth sailing through a concrete jungle
or road rash in the burbs
life’s trails, roads sailed
back stroke through the black top
Wander
This is absolutely BEAUTIFUL. One of your best!
Nicely done, Bren. The photo is amazing, too!
Love the contrast between swimming and the road. Really cool picture, too.
very true words here, esp the closing lines
All roads lead home … hmmm … wish we could meet some day … Love , cat.
all roads lead home…or rome…ha…i wish they all did…mine did though at one point i would have wondered….we are where we are you know…and that is best….smiles.
If only the ones who “always come to me softly” could answer the narrator’s question, I suspect “home” would be the answer. Nicely spaced and paced and embraced.
Yes, it does seem that though we swim one way and then another, upstream a while and then down, we eventually end up in the place we are meant to be —– HOME!