A Hundred Quills
"Words.Words.I play with words, hoping that some combination, even a chance combination will say what I want" -Doris Lessing
Craving (Hiraeth)
What’s that one yearning that makes your heart ache? When I came across #Hiraeth (Welsh) I knew that here was a single word with countless layers, expressing all my longing and nostalgia for the places I once lived in. They were never my destination. Strange it is, that at my last port of call today I long to cruise to these lands once again. Is it, as they say, that your journey is the destination you are looking for?
I always think of the places
I’ve left far behind.
Places where nothings happen
and all days are dopplegangers.
Ragged advertisements adorn shabby walls
and the sun beams
through soiled meshes.
I ask myself if the roads there
are still lined with trees
Or
Has the love for motorways
broken their monotony.
I wonder if the people I knew
still walk those streets.
Or maybe just like me
they’ve left… until eternity.
Do those alleys
Stay?
Or have bricked walls been razed
to give way to a culture of plazas.
Why, oh why, do I crave for lands bygone
Because I had wished to escape them
while the journey was still on!
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It takes you down the memory lane!
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Well written with lots of meaning and
so interesting
Jaycee
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Thank you so much. Happy reading. Do visit again.
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