Prodigal poet

I’ve come back to visit

been quite some time
which is no specific,
I know

where I have been what
has transpired in my
absence

is not all that important
neither is the ‘why?’

I have returned here, to
this time, this place
to put pen to paper
thought to tangible
idea

thoughts left behind
revisited
idea tried, discarded,
recycled

old notebooks, yellowed
paper, frayed tablets

enlightenment elusive,
may yet be revealed

About poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 to help rebuild the worst public school system in America. It is a huge challenge to say the least. Now, after ten years, I have returned home to my native Midwest. Writing - in many different forms and ways - has saved me untold thousands in therapy bills throughout the years. Reading my writings may do either the same - or just the opposite - for you. Read at your own risk, as I do not offer writer malpractice insurance. ;-{) I hope you enjoy what you read here.
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