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| 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.
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
Dear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteI was happy this ended on a somewhat hopeful note. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle, I was trying to convey that message of new beginnings. I am glad you liked it.
DeleteHome is where the heart is!
ReplyDeleteHappy Valentine's Day!
It is indeed. Thanks for reading and commenting Anita.
DeleteI liked the idea of coldness warming a heart
ReplyDeleteThank you Neil, I am glad that idea worked as intended.
DeleteWell written and heart warming in itself.
ReplyDeleteThank you Iain, I am glad you liked it.
Deletefrom cold to warm in a hundred words. Delightful.
ReplyDeleteI am glad it warmed you. Thanks for your comments Keith.
DeleteSuch lovely sentiments.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sandra.
DeleteHome is where my family is. Above all else, I would bring my loved ones with me.
ReplyDeleteExactly! Thanks for your comments Alice.
DeleteWhat 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
ReplyDeleteThanks Penny, you totally got what I was writing about.
DeleteFrom heat and dust to colder climes. Novel take.
ReplyDeleteFrom strife to freedom too. Thanks for commenting YS.
DeleteFascinating perspective. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Linda.
DeleteWonderfully written, Subroto.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem.
Thank you Moon, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteThis gave me a nice warm feeling despite the snow :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments Alistair, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteSubroto,
ReplyDeleteI 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"
Oh wow! Thank you Dale for those high words of praise. I am happy you liked the poem.
DeleteI think at the end of the home is where you feel safe... and you will grow fond of snow
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely, home is where the heart is. Thanks for reading and commenting Björn.
DeleteBeautiful 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.
ReplyDeleteThanks Dahlia, I am glad you liked it. It was supposed to be from a perspective of refugees finding happiness again.
Deletewell done
ReplyDeletereminds me of my first snowfall. it was all good. i came from the desert.
cheers
Thanks for your comments Joe.
DeleteWhat a lovely hopeful poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you Liz, I am glad you liked it.
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