“returned home”

Written for:  The Twiglets #308 - returned home

When she returned,
she found her home 
transformed into 
a gingerbread house.

He was stranded
in a parking lot.
His car left 

her eyes fill with tears
the lake was still a deep blue
when she returned home

              He started out for his home,
          a quiet small town where he'd grown
               up.  Left for the city
                but oh, what a pity,
        his home now had high-priced cafe-syndrome.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to “returned home”

  1. Jules says:

    Fun reads. Some sad, some apropos, like that Limerick.
    Nothing stays the same – perhaps only in our memories.


  2. Susi Bocks says:

    I’m not sure I understand what you are trying to convey, Sarah, but I did enjoy trying to. 🙂


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