The prodigal poem is home

The prodigal poem

 

Whilst surfing on the interweb

I found a long lost poem

There you are my old friend

you wandered far from home

I never dreamt we would meet again

But like the proverbial prodigal son

I recognised you even though

it seems you changed your name

a different  moniker signed you off

as if they were  your dad

what a cacophony  of emotions

I went through, from rage to utter joy

Being reunited so beholden,

to have you home my boy

 

Po

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Ghazala Lari

Tue 11th Dec 2018 15:55

chip your poems...hahaha..that reminds me of our currency in India having chips..to track them too....no black money returned...i hope your poems you will be able to track..should not trust the chip or the politicians..just confused...😂

poemagraphic

Mon 10th Dec 2018 13:00

Brian, Becky, Ha'azinu and Ciaran thank you all for dropping in. Welcome to the home coming!

Po

poemagraphic

Mon 10th Dec 2018 12:56

Hi Ghaz I have a poet poacher's jacket... the problem is it has very deep pockets and I have very short arms!

I chip all of my poems now, so if they get pilfered I can track them, and the perpetrators down and reap my revenge.

Thanks for commenting

Po

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Ghazala Lari

Sun 9th Dec 2018 05:00

it seems you changed your name

a different moniker signed you off

as if they were your dad.....lol

poem lifting just like shop lifting...many are so talented in such things....good you found yours....😂

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Douglas MacGowan

Wed 5th Dec 2018 01:55

I think most poets have had the experience of coming across pieces they forgot about completely. Your poem is a nice capture of what it feels like to come across such a long-lost poem.

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