I sit at the end of the yard
I see the true end of the string
Long, winding it goes
Leading my thoughts through the needle
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Such vivid imagery! A tapestry of love and heart-felt emotions. Exquisitely crafted. Excellent write! Wonderful to read, Sarah! Thank you for this gem.
Beautiful, I like the metaphor used for needle and sewing.. Excellent
Enjoyed the epitome of Distance! ! thank you fr sharing Sarah!
Beautiful poem.... So long ago and still longing to yesterday in our tomorrow... Sarah Mkhonza
Hauntingly beautiful. So much of what was, so much of what cannot be lives on only in our mind. This is one reason every person can be such a treasure, holding within them entire countries, entire lifetimes, entire families that exist nowhere else. You communicated so poignantly the beautiful love you have for your homeland. In one sense, we are all refugees; all of us are just passing through this life with only the mirage of permanence to anchor our hopes and dreams. Be blessed, good writer, in your journey through far lands. I pray for you the hearth of home to light your way, no matter how far your travels carry you.
Beautiful! ! ! Melancholy! ! ! Heart Felt! ! ! Heart Touching Poem! ! ! Thank You So Much For Sharing! ! !
The words of this poem draw images in my mind, so strong and vivid. Beautiful poem, haunting, and soothing at the same time.
Sarah longs for the country from which she has been exiled. Through this poem, she tries to live & recreate that which she cannot have. As a person who long ago lived in that place myself, these words allow me to long & relive myself. Would that someone would acknowledge the broken pieces of the silent land in hopes of recreating all that has been lost.
Sarah remembers faraway-yesterday as if it were here now. The angst shows through.
Dear Sarah... I love this poem. It says so much about the times we live in and the meaning of home. I've saved it to read again. Many, many thanks.
Lovely poem fill with small images of longing for nature and the home u hold dear thanks 4 sharin