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Night Dies with a Drop of Dew
I feel homesick,
Lying here
In my dark and humid home.
Light and hope are flickering
In and out of shadows –
Of shadows in the corners.
Unfamiliar, I
Am among familiar,
Square angles.
Try to think with angles,
Try to imitate
Acres of sugarcane.
Home isn’t a house anymore
Or a town
Or hard-pressed cider.
Home is where you are
And I am not
There sometimes.

Here's a link to my other poems:
- Poetry by Rose West
The reason I've put this collection together is partly because of myself. I thought it would make things easy if I had all my poetry cataloged in one place. If I get organized, maybe none of my poems will get...
Comments
I relate to this. Thank you for sharing these kinds of feelings which many of us former mainlanders feel or have felt at sometime or another -- at least the first few years. Now it's sort of in reverse for me. I'm thinking of leaving and I know if I do, I will miss Hawaii in my soul forever. (I've left twice before, so I know....the colors and culture are unforgettable.)
I know these feelings, Rose. I think we all do. Thanks for this thought-filled poem........
a beautiful piece.
Well done...apeaks into the hearts of many who have the same thoughts but are just unable to put it together as well as you have ...
Blessings
beautiful - you give me chills at the surprising delight i feel.
Liking this one, honest. Could speak for anyone. Well done.
A well-known person once said, "I... can't... imagine! What life would be like without you."
Thanks for poetry that speaks deeply and with colorful, thought-provoking pictures.
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