o prodigal son?
i glanced out the window
but your vision was unclear
were you standing at the door
or lying far from here?
-The hunter long since hunted
and the race was overdone
the requiem is missing
and the eulogy's been sung-
and yet i find i'm standing here
just waiting at the door
i stop
to hear the voice
that i shall hear no more
A.J. Ponder
Yes I'm back! And with a poem, I really like this one (am I allowed to like my own poetry?) It means things to me, I hope you find meaning in it as well.
It's so good to be back after an all too busy time, a few deep breaths, a goodbye, and next week perhaps a hello to the future and a return to the fantastical! :)
So see you some time in the future, where you may find there's been some trouble with time machines :) But for poetry now - you can't beat the Tuesday Poem.
cheers,
A.J.
