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The sky blushing charcoal black

Adorns bright twinkling stars

Their simulacrum tricks the eye

Constellations clearly aligned

The bleary nostalgia that follows inside,

Now shows sure signs of spilling its guts;

First hits the taste of brown rice with melted butter

Preserved in the crevices of my considerate mind

I have ignored the deafening call,

Of my homeland, for so very long

Till it became ingrained in my faculty:

A convoluted reflex that saw no wrong.

Perhaps, in some way, like in Orpheus’ tale

I was scared to turn back, to see what I had lost

In the meantime, the proximate essence of my soul

Craved to find purpose, and slowly set sail.

I dip my legs in the paddy field,

Humble roots that once embarrassed me

But somehow fate has pulled me back

I smile with peace, and look up to see:

The sky blushing charcoal black

Adorns bright twinkling stars

Their simulacrum tricks the eye

Constellations clearly aligned

All the years it took me to recognise:

This is my abode, my earthly paradise.

Dear Readers,

This has been a response to Wordle #75 by Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie.

The rules were as follows:

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like

1. Orpheus (Greek Legend. a poet and musician, a son of Calliope, who followed hisdeadwife, Eurydice, to the underworld. By charming Hades, heΒ obtained permission to leadher away, provided he did not look back atΒ her until they returned to earth. But at thelast moment he looked, andΒ she was lost to him forever.)

2. Follow

3. Meantime

4. Bleary

5. Considerate

6. Deafening

7. Proximate

8. Faculty

9. Simulacrum (a slight, unreal, or superficial likeness or semblance)

10. Preserve

11. Rice

12. Charcoal

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15 thoughts on “Home

  1. Sometimes you can’t go home again, just because it isn’t there.
    I’m second and third generation removed from the families’ ‘home’ country.
    Sometimes the return to peace is just enough to complete the cycle of the constant movement of memory in our minds. Deeply thoughtful piece.

    Thanks for visiting my spider spinner…Blending prompts or what I call mash-ups have become as natural to me as breathing. How I play, and how I have fun. πŸ™‚

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    1. You’re right.. it isn’t always possible to go home physically, you can only attain it at a emotional or spiritual level. Thank you for finding meaning in my piece. All credit to you for the effortless mixing of prompts πŸ™‚

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