Danielle White Poet Bio

Never Whole

I dig my toes into the sand,
breathe the air of my fatherland,
salt air holds a sense of healing,
too long, I've waited for this feeling.

Now I'm on a mountainside,
snowflakes drifting in my eyes,
the air is crisp, the view is grand,
too long, I've missed my motherland.

My life's a droll dichotomy,
half my heart across the sea,
Southern born, yet Alpine bred,
white cross on a flag of red.

Divided always, never whole,
two homelands tear apart my soul,
a Southern girl, also half-Swiss,
can never find the place I fit.

Back and forth 'cross oceans roam,
no place ever feels like home,
in my dreams, my german's fluent,
all my life's been incongruent.

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Amy Green March 23, 2010 at 8:46 AM I really like this. Where is the "fatherland"?

Vince Suzadail Jr. January 16, 2009 at 7:21 AM Kind of melancholy feeling. Sometimes we don't appreciate being permanently attached to a place since birth. I get the urge to go and it's a constant battle. Still miss the travelling and the open road. Yet, lucky enough to have a place called home. Heartfelt write. Vince

Chris Kane Jr. January 15, 2009 at 5:15 AM This is very well written. You can feel the emotion you put into this poem. It's really good :)

Laurie Ginn January 14, 2009 at 1:34 PM Very nicely done Danielle, it has a such an easy feel to the read. Laurie