I couldn’t wait to get away
from my hometown, a bore,
nothing to do all day
but cruise at the shore.
From my hometown, a bore,
we headed for the beach
to cruise at the shore
car-to-car a beer-pass reach.
We headed for the beach
at sun’s first spring show,
car-to-car a beer-pass reach
sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
Now sun’s first spring show – -
a State Fair, the school year’s end.
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow,
I embrace my hometown friends.
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow
but something to do each day,
I embrace my hometown friends;
I once couldn’t wait to get away.
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Prompt inspirations-
dVersePoets: Oh, the Places We Live
Poetic Asides Form Challenge: Pantoum
Oh, I hear you on this……after a period of time passes, a person’s perspective changes, and it is wonderful to go back home again!
smiles.. isn’t it fun how we change our mind once we’ve been away for a bit..i never really was away from my home town, maybe that’s a reason for the travel bug i have…smiles
….and the repetition works really well laurie
Ah, been there, done that. Love!
I love the repetition in this and your story.. Awsome
its funny…i spent much of my early life dreaming about getting away from my hometown…and i did….but have circled back only an hour from there….its different though…but home feels better now…smiles.
Me, too… except I’m back in it completely.
Laurie, I like the repetition here. I believe we never know what we have until it is not there. Well said.
Pamela
Thanks, Pamela. I love your post at dVerse.
I appreciate the maturity of a full circle. : )
Pantoum really works for this come-around! Fun!
we miss what we do not have…. a home town memory … your is beautiful at the beach, not a bore today i am sure…thank you
This is so true,,as it turns out, there’s no place like home. Enjoyed the form here as well,,,keeps the reader focused ,,,
What a complex form you chose today.
Good that you enjoy being back.
Home, near and far away. Lovely.
I don’t make it back there very often, but Fullerton California holds a similar draw from me. You wrote a wonderfully human poem here.
Grew up in Seattle, left for the Navy, glad to return, then left again to conquer the world of theater, and a decade later could not afford to live there anymore–COL skyrocketed. 27 years later I am settled in 55 miles south of my whelping post; and just visit her on odd weekends.
I grew up in a small town, a priceless place, but I could not resettle there after having lived in the big city…but it is in my blood…interesting perspective on the prompt..
Our perspectives do change with time, I lived all over the place so I find myself divided as to just where my home town is…loved the form with this poem too.
Love your use of the pantoum and your boring (not so) hometown. So fun.
Great work here, the form intensifies the feeling of return.
this is cool!! i love the form too.
Totally original and absorbing, a fine read.
Very cool form,Laurie and fun write – who says you can’t go home! K
i have felt exactly what you are saying here myself… and your words just say it so well.. and the form – i love it..
Laurie your poem is wise and wonderful and beautifully constructed, leading me from care;ess childhood to caring adulthood.
Growing up, I never had a home-town to get bored with. To me there is something quite attractive about the prospect of meeting the same people day by day, of really knowing them and being involved in their lives. Of course, for that to happen, I’ll need to finally settle down
Great work on the pantoum too – I have never managed to get one started, let alone completed.
funny how the world changes as we grow… you’ve captured it
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow
but something to do each day,
I embrace my hometown friends;
I once couldn’t wait to get away.
One may not realize the goodness clamored for is just at the doorstep! We missed the fun and never realized it! A good reminder Laurie!
Hank