During my study abroad travels in college it came time to say goodbye to Italy. I climbed a hill in the early morning to my favorite look out point. Sitting beneath a bricked archway I looked out, closed my eyes and breathed in the fresh mountain air. Silence all around, the fog already starting to fade, I took out my journal to write for the last time…
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A muted peace in the air
Both saddened and alive with this final climb
Fingertips brushing, memorizing aged textures
My familiar spot, a familiar friend
This is home
Sitting here, hoping, praying
Is it a dream
My days are fading
The fog gathers, here, there, beyond my view
I am leaving tomorrow
I will fade like the morning fog
It was all a dream
Will I remember this place
Will it remember me
My traveled path leads away
Now it is time to return
Will I remember it
Will I ever return
This climb steeper, my breathing fills the morning air
Gray strands dancing, tickle my smiling face
Familiar rough textures reflecting back on my skin
At last, my old friend
I am home
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Loved it. One suggestion, if you don’t mind, can you extend it a little bit more??
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Extend the poem? Curious to see if I will ever return? 🙂
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Well, I wish you do.
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Me too! To my favorite spot. I’ll give it a look tomorrow, thanks. I accept challenge!
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Can’t wait to read it 🙂
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Added beginning and end. Hope you like it! Thanks for suggestion it was fun to rethink it!
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Loved it. Lived it.
The beginning para definitely sets the mood for the rest of the poem. 🙂🙂
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Thanks again!
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I can see you writing this. Not a dream, beautiful Life.
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Not a dream. Yup maybe I realize it when I return? Thanks!
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Very visual piece. Nice.
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Thank you! Brings back memories 🙂
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Every time we take a trip to Ruidoso, NM I always leave saying I must return more often. I love the mountain air, so pure, odorless, breathtaking, refreshing and on and on. I can picture myself on the hill you describe and seems like a spot I would love to visit. Do you think we can arrange a picnic with maybe Papa Johns pizza and some Italian wine?
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