For all those years gone away,
The home I have left behind anon
where the sun lingers in the west
draped in the soft fluttering chiffon
of the twilight of the mystery unknown
beckons me with memories of mirth
that are lost beyond the innocent mist
but I can’t go home again, not now, not ever.
A Cat in the Mirror 
Your impressionistic poem reminds me of William Blake’s ”Night,” Stephanie!
”The sun descending in the West,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine…”
Your words, however, pierced my heart even more profoundly because your lyrical heroine also seeks for a home, yet she knows she can’t return…💔
Most of the time, I feel lost ”beyond the innocent mist,” reminiscing instead of living. Manet’s masterpiece captures the nostalgic mood perfectly! Each of your poems is a beautiful painting itself, my dear! 🌊✨💕
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Many thanks, Veronica! 🦄👑⭐️ For comparing my little impromptu poem to the great poetry of Blake is undoubtedly a compliment that I should treasure! I believe we (you, Blake, and myself) share the same sensibilities. Thomas Wolfe also said you couldn’t go home again once you move out of it, physically metaphysically. That’s probably why I always feel not belonging anywhere. It’s true. That’s why I also find life hard. Although I defy overt sentimentalism, I cannot help but see it and feel it. Horace Walpole said, “Life a tragedy to those who feel and a comedy to those who think.” Oftentimes, when someone shares his or her distressed state of mind to the others, they chastise him or her for being negative. But it’s another way of belittling the malady of the heart. We are blessed with our poetic authority to claim that it’s true. We have a special eye, Veronica ⭐️✨🌟
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Oh no, it seems like my previous reply wasn’t sent! Although WordPress has helped me to meet brilliant minds like you, its faulty mechanisms frequently challenge my patience.
As for your exquisite poem, the pleasure is all mine, Stephanie! Although I can vividly see the influence of many Romantic and Confessional poets, you’ve mastered your own, unique style, and I instantly recognize your posts among myriads of others. 🌸🦋💕
I completely agree with you and Mr. Wolfe! In a metaphysical sense, our true home means people rather than a material place. In this perspective, I often feel as if I’ve lost my home when a family member or a friend misunderstands me, which happens all too often. Many creative people struggle with finding a sense of belongingness. At the very least, we can find each other within a global network and communicate by means of art, transcending distance and time.
Have you read ”The Highly Sensitive Person: How to Thrive When the World Overwhelms You,” by Elaine Aron?
I’m sure you’ll find a profound connection with her ideas. 😉
According to your words, life is a tragic comedy for both of us (in any case, I tend to feel this way) – as we think and feel too much simultaneously. Being labelled as a ”melancholy pessimist” since childhood, I found immense comfort in your words: talking to you makes me feel accepted and understood. Thank you for your boundless empathy and kindness, Stephanie.
May the poetic vision guide us!✨
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Yes, Veronica! I have read it with my heart! I wrote a review of it in poetry! My God! What a serendipity! We are of kindred spirits, Veronica! 🎁😭🧚♂️🧚🧚♀️⭐️
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Words fail me, Stephanie! I can hardly imagine two people having such a deep connection without knowing each other. We should meet one day and celebrate!💞☺️🌷
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Yes! When you visit California, please contact me! 😃🧚♂️🧚🧚♀️🦄⭐️
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I just edited my reply. Thank you for being my wonderful reader, Veronica 🙂 I really appreciate your brilliant readership 🙂
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The pleasure is all mine, Stephanie! 🌸🦋💕
I agree with you and Mr. Wolfe – many creative people struggle with finding belongingness and support in their surroundings. At the very least, we can communicate through the global networks, and find companionship and encouragement in works of other creatives, even if time and distance separate us.
According to your words, life must be a tragic comedy for both of us (at least, I often feel this way) – we think and feel too much simultaneously.
Being shunned as a ”melancholic pessimist” by my peers, I completely relate to your point of view. Thank you for this comforting message! After talking to you, I feel less lonely. ☺️
May the poetic vision guide us through these troubled times!✨
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O, Veronica! Your beautiful reply made my heart glow in happiness! After a long stressful day at the office and returning to home, your words console my tired body and spirit! Thank you for being so understanding and kind. Many a literary person tends to be emotionally cold and pedantic, but you are an exception! I believe that a true poet is a humanist because poetry is not a study but appreciation of the heart cherished in Reason. It’s an intellect with passion. You are it, Veronica!⭐️🦄👑💍
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Veronica, I meant to say that I read the highly sensitive people, but Judy dyre writes it… Sorry… But I will surely check the one written by the author you refer to!
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Haha, don’t worry – I’ve read ”The Highly Sensitive” by Judy Dyer, as well!!!💖
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Wow! I am gobsmacked! 💍🧚♂️🦄🧚♀️🧚⭐️
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