May 27
Returning
like a prodigal child
I circle around where I belong
gathering bits and pieces of place
holding them close as I leave again
remnants of home
rocks and wood
found on beaches and in forests
primeval in their isolation
the wind whispers
through the mist of the wave’s curl
through the needles of the evergreens
a parent’s call for me to return
Pamela Olson, 5/27/08
This poem was written for the prompt
“The Return” on Writer’s Island.
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This is simply beautiful, and perfectly expresses the pull of those places which are so special in our hearts.
This was really beautiful Pam. Wow!
nice
beautiful painting(of words) 
Very nice! I can really identify with the first stanza. The poem works on multiple levels. Well done.
Oh my Pam - I had to read it several times - it’s lovely!
Love the sensuous movement in the last stanza.
Love the sensuous movement in the last stanza.
hi, how are you, right now, im too busy to blog hop..
but this poem is magical… i really really love it…
Oh pam, that is so thoughtful…, thanks for the comment.
yes i will find time to write., thanks for the encouragement…, really? it made you breathless?…., im glad you did.. just kidding.
i think your poetry is great…..
simply beautiful…