Gershon Wolf Poet Sonnet

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 December 5, 2021 at 9:54 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 December 6, 2021 at 6:40 PM Yup, I agree. Leaving home does change a person... And then too, they say 'You can't go back!' :) gw

Caren Krutsinger November 11, 2021 at 12:11 PM He sounds like the prodigal son who received a surprise ending. Gershon Wolf November 13, 2021 at 8:48 PM The 'prodigal son' got the proverbial 'cattle prod,' I guess. :) gw

P.S. Awtry November 9, 2021 at 5:08 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 November 9, 2021 at 7:45 PM Wow. Thank you so much for the FAVE, P.S. Always special to get one. Home and Hearth, Gershon

Debra L Brown November 7, 2021 at 7:22 PM Gershon, This is lovely. Have you heard the old saying "You can't go home again". Beautifully Written ~ Debra Gershon Wolf November 7, 2021 at 7:55 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 November 7, 2021 at 11:58 AM oh, so sad! great poem, though... Gershon Wolf November 7, 2021 at 7:56 PM You take a risk, you gotta be prepared for a loss too... (Unless you're 'too big to fail.').

Bill Baker November 7, 2021 at 11:52 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 November 7, 2021 at 7:53 PM Thanks for the visit and the encouragement, Bill. All the best, Gershon

Rico Leffanta November 7, 2021 at 10:36 AM So, like Robert Redford, he retreated to build his own little world? Gershon Wolf November 7, 2021 at 7:50 PM Only thing separating Redford and this character -- a hundred million buckeroos or so... Smiles, gw

L Milton Hankins November 7, 2021 at 10:19 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 November 7, 2021 at 6:43 PM Surprises just part of life, I guess. Where there's risk, there's not always reward. ~ Truth and Consequences

Kim Rodrigues November 7, 2021 at 5:57 AM To flee from home…free? A jail of one’s own making? Gershon Wolf November 7, 2021 at 6:39 PM I like you 'captured' the crux of the message here, Kim. ~ BB (Behind Bars)

Mike Gentile November 7, 2021 at 5:15 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 November 7, 2021 at 6:38 PM Where there's risk, there just may be 'negative returns' sometimes... ~ Tetrametic Paramedic

Deb M November 7, 2021 at 12:24 AM Hi “Pollyarnie”….I enjoyed this very much so….last line was sad! “Pollyanna” x Gershon Wolf November 7, 2021 at 6:36 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