Pondering on Indian roads



On a wave I have been
floating

In your arms I go back to the shore

In the forest I was seeking
with the gnomes and fireflies

a vision of the world
after the light had gone

an Indian
original member of earth

2000 years on
I find myself on a street
in my mothers house
it is named street number 10
" Vengatan 10 "

streets here formed in a long line
people on it
modern
radiating
with mobil phones

2 years here

I would have loved to be walking on a beach
touching the sand with my toes
and hands

now following the concrete road

would love grass and fields and stones
rather then
asphalt


I would love to be back on Indian fields

and roads

in mind









Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2015-10-31 at 02:30

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem has such a dreamy quality to it. It talks to that primal part in all (or many) of us who feel that pull towards nature and simpler times. Well done
Ashe
2015-10-31


countryfog
Being part Cherokee (a small part but one that has grown more important as I've grown older) I relate to this very much. There are so many places here where I know my ancestors lived or passed through, where I walk now and sense who they were and my connection to them. In my late years they have informed many of my sensibilities and attachment to these places I have lived my whole life - "grass and fields and stones."
2015-10-31