Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Home Again

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Do you remember our first snowfall?
Us entranced by snowflakes fluttering down.
Our harsh former homelands were never cold,
The unrelenting sun leaving lands parched and dry.

Here we stood a continent away,
Wary at the kindness of strangers.
How could we not be?
Our very own had left us to die.

I saw you smile again that day,
As you ran outside like a child.
Mouth open devouring snowflakes,
The cold warming your heart once more.

Late into the night,
You watched the soft glow of lights.
The smile flickering on your lips,
I knew this was home again.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.

Stepping out of my comfort zone again this week with a poem.  Poetry is very personal and people interpret poetry in their own way and I am hoping that maybe you read it the way I felt writing it.


To read the other snowed in writers this week click here  

I'd love read what you think about this post...

34 comments :

  1. Dear Subroto,

    I was happy this ended on a somewhat hopeful note. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Thanks Rochelle, I was trying to convey that message of new beginnings. I am glad you liked it.

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  2. Home is where the heart is!
    Happy Valentine's Day!

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    1. It is indeed. Thanks for reading and commenting Anita.

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  3. Anonymous8:03 am

    I liked the idea of coldness warming a heart

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    1. Thank you Neil, I am glad that idea worked as intended.

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  4. Well written and heart warming in itself.

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    1. Thank you Iain, I am glad you liked it.

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  5. from cold to warm in a hundred words. Delightful.

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    1. I am glad it warmed you. Thanks for your comments Keith.

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  6. Such lovely sentiments.

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  7. Home is where my family is. Above all else, I would bring my loved ones with me.

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    1. Exactly! Thanks for your comments Alice.

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  8. What a lovely way of illustrating the joy a refugee may feel as they start to feel at home in a new country. Nicely written, Subroto

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    1. Thanks Penny, you totally got what I was writing about.

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  9. Anonymous5:56 am

    From heat and dust to colder climes. Novel take.

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    1. From strife to freedom too. Thanks for commenting YS.

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  10. Fascinating perspective. Well done.

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  11. Wonderfully written, Subroto.
    Beautiful poem.

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    1. Thank you Moon, I am glad you liked it.

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  12. This gave me a nice warm feeling despite the snow :-)

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    1. Thanks for your comments Alistair, I am glad you liked it.

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  13. Subroto,
    I watched the video first.
    Your poem had that much more power.
    Beautifully done. In this world where refugees are both loathed and loved, I am happy this one found "home"

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    1. Oh wow! Thank you Dale for those high words of praise. I am happy you liked the poem.

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  14. I think at the end of the home is where you feel safe... and you will grow fond of snow

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    1. Absolutely, home is where the heart is. Thanks for reading and commenting Björn.

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  15. Beautiful poem and thank you sharing the video. Before seeing it i saw the poem as reflective of a couple adjusting in a foreign land (perhaps an inter-caste or inter-religion marriage) but the video gave me insight to a bigger and growing problem.

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    1. Thanks Dahlia, I am glad you liked it. It was supposed to be from a perspective of refugees finding happiness again.

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  16. well done

    reminds me of my first snowfall. it was all good. i came from the desert.

    cheers

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    1. Thanks for your comments Joe.

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  17. What a lovely hopeful poem.

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    1. Thank you Liz, I am glad you liked it.

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