Cj Krieger Poet Prose Poetry

Going Home

Cold coffee
And a long ride
Down an empty 
Rain filled highway

I’m going home again
So many years 
So many times traveling back

I have tried 
To not think of you
Your auburn hair
Now turning gray
And that smile 
That the years have been kind to

Those wonderful phone conversations
That have kept us together
Have brought me here

Turning on the radio
I listen to this new music 
I cannot understand
Missing the old sounds
But most of all missing you

While up ahead
The rain washes the road
And the sound of the rain
Pitter-patters, pitter-patters
Washing my mind of time

I’m going home
Again 
Back to you
Back to you

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Carol Sunshine Brown May 26, 2011 at 10:46 AM I am sitting here reading some very amazing poems today CJ. I am glad yours was among them. Have a wonderful day full of love and joy. Love, Carol

Cyndi Macmillan May 26, 2011 at 6:53 AM While up ahead The rain washes the road and pitter patters, pitter patters. I'm going home Again My mind hears time disappear. The windshield washers share my view, they sing Back to you Back to you Back to you Just an idea! Use or toss. I just got so caught up with your poem...we've all been there, alone, yet hope and memory along for the ride. Blessings. WELL DONE. Cyndi Cj Krieger May 26, 2011 at 7:22 AM Manyb thanks Cyndi for the input... I can see what you mean, although it isn't quite what I am looking for, I will try to rewrite it and find that place inbetween that I feel comfortable with. Once more many, many thanks... CJ

Cyndi Macmillan May 26, 2011 at 6:48 AM Hi there- liked this one, CJ. I only make suggestions when I REALLY enjoy a poem. The last two lines reminded me of windshield wipers swishing and how when we are lost in our thoughts, we can "hear" refrains in noise (imaging an echoe of our thoughts). If you wanted to magnify this image, you could change the arrangement somewhat. Will post ....

Cyndi Macmillan May 26, 2011 at 6:47 AM Hi there- liked this one, CJ. I only make suggestions when I REALLY enjoy a poem. The last two lines reminded me of windshield wipers swishing and how when we are lost in our thoughts, we can "hear" refrains in noise (imaging an echoe of our thoughts). If you wanted to magnify this image, you could change the arrangement somewhat. Will post ....

Goode Guy May 26, 2011 at 4:52 AM cj, a very good capture of longing for the past, however elusive the future seems. nice write. ;-) Cj Krieger May 26, 2011 at 5:50 AM Thanks Goode for the kind comment,. Up here in Woodstock NY there isn't much to do other than write about love, live, seasons and humor... so I write whenever time allows. All my best... CJ