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Pursuing Dreams

A Sonnet in ~ Iambic Tetrameter ~ At age eighteen he fled his home Could barely wait, despised his town To see the world all on his own He'd wear a smile, no more to frown He traveled in a makeshift way Hitched rides in vans and sneaked on trains When desperate, he stowed away At times got drenched by gusts of rain Two years he spent pursuing dreams Grew wiser as the time crawled by Found out that life's nor peach nor cream For home and hearth, began to sigh... Came back and knocked on his front door Discovered that 'twas 'home' no more

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Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 12/5/2021 9:54:00 PM

I guess leaving home changes you, so that you're not the same when you come back. I suppose that's life-growing and changing. This poem is captivating, Gershon. It's in my faves.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/6/2021 6:40:00 PM

Yup, I agree. Leaving home does change a person... And then too, they say 'You can't go back!' :) gw

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 11/11/2021 12:11:00 PM

He sounds like the prodigal son who received a surprise ending.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/13/2021 8:48:00 PM

The 'prodigal son' got the proverbial 'cattle prod,' I guess. :) gw

P.S. Awtry

Date: 11/9/2021 5:08:00 PM

You're just showing off! He made the right choice. If he'd stayed he would have been a bitter, miserable being. Only in leaving did he realize the goodness of home. This is a FAV for me.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/9/2021 7:45:00 PM

Wow. Thank you so much for the FAVE, P.S. Always special to get one. Home and Hearth, Gershon

Debra L Brown

Date: 11/7/2021 7:22:00 PM

Gershon, This is lovely. Have you heard the old saying "You can't go home again". Beautifully Written ~ Debra

Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/7/2021 7:55:00 PM

That old saying you've cited is the truest of truths there is. (See 'Our Town,' by Thornton Wilder, Act 3. If you've never seen or read the play, you're in for a treat. And it's short. somber, yet sweet, as well). Thanks, Debra, Gershon

Ilene Bauer

Date: 11/7/2021 11:58:00 AM

oh, so sad! great poem, though...

Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/7/2021 7:56:00 PM

You take a risk, you gotta be prepared for a loss too... (Unless you're 'too big to fail.').

Bill Baker

Date: 11/7/2021 11:52:00 AM

Nice sonnet Gershon, you caught the essence of the experience well. I'm following you so I can read more of your poetry. Bill

Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/7/2021 7:53:00 PM

Thanks for the visit and the encouragement, Bill. All the best, Gershon

Rico Leffanta

Date: 11/7/2021 10:36:00 AM

So, like Robert Redford, he retreated to build his own little world?

Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/7/2021 7:50:00 PM

Only thing separating Redford and this character -- a hundred million buckeroos or so... Smiles, gw

L Milton Hankins

Date: 11/7/2021 10:19:00 AM

Very nice Iambic Tetrameter, gw. I enjoyed it, but the last line caught me by surprise, even though it is inevitably true!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/7/2021 6:43:00 PM

Surprises just part of life, I guess. Where there's risk, there's not always reward. ~ Truth and Consequences

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 11/7/2021 5:57:00 AM

To flee from home…free? A jail of one’s own making?

Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/7/2021 6:39:00 PM

I like you 'captured' the crux of the message here, Kim. ~ BB (Behind Bars)

Mike Gentile

Date: 11/7/2021 5:15:00 AM

I enjoyed the tetrametic flow in your Sonnet GH! ( made that word up, sorry! ) It perfectly portrays life and its quest, rewards and risks! well done!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/7/2021 6:38:00 PM

Where there's risk, there just may be 'negative returns' sometimes... ~ Tetrametic Paramedic

Deb M

Date: 11/7/2021 12:24:00 AM

Hi “Pollyarnie”….I enjoyed this very much so….last line was sad! “Pollyanna” x

Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/7/2021 6:36:00 PM

Even Pollyanna sheds a tear or two at times, I guess. Hope that's not too disappointing. (We are supposed to be adults here, are we not?!... Although sometimes I wonder about myself...) Thanks, Debbie :) gw