Indira Donegan

Rookie - 216 Points (Roseburg, Oregon)

Oregon Trail - Poem by Indira Donegan

Oh how I miss you.
The rain.
The fog.
The weirdness on every corner of every street.

The air
snapped with cold;
I breathe in that electric wet mossy smell.
I am born again
in the green ivy of the Pacific Northwest
that grows across cracked bricks,
always charming, never poor in spirit.

God how I have missed you.
I long for you
and all the places that were once my own
when I was a child
young and carefree.

My favorite faces come into focus
like ghosts
for a moment here
and a second there
long enough to warm my heart
and break it all at once.

My home sweet home
has grown up without me.
I am lost and found
in a visit that is too short,
and lost again when I say goodbye,
My purse full of Euphoria and cranberry sweets.

Topic(s) of this poem: homesick


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 18, 2016

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 31, 2016


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