Searching for the road back Home,
On a path that seemed all right.
Lost, no matter where I roam.
Tinkered with my metronome,
Crazy tempo, what a night,
Searching for the road back Home.
Aptly lured to Excite Dome,
Surprise dive from such a height.
Lost, no matter where I roam.
Scanning lines of ancient tome,
Wanting answers to “Life’s Rite”,
Searching for the road back Home.
Surf the net with fine-toothed comb,
Never finding much sought Light.
Lost, no matter where I roam.
Patient gold waits ‘neath the chrome,
Aimless wander, fogging sight,
Searching for the road back Home.
Lost, no matter where I roam.
Shirley Harshenin
Oct 26, 2001
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A very nice Villanelle. You are so right, people go all around the world looking for themselves. When you are there all the time. Thanks for sharing your words.
Hola lovely work
i love your poems
they are so beautiful
Great poem. I loved your comment that we go through life searching, while to coin a famous song..."The hero lies in you" Great effort, hope to read more of your work.
This suits me perfectly today...lol... how'd you know??? Great poem, do I know you from Themes?