There is a longing so dense and sturdy, its gates bar all else.  Beyond the wall it is peopled with emptiness and anguish.  The world surrounding, filled with laughter and overtures, is an unbearable reminder of what is out of reach.  The very presence and chatter of visitors start reverberations at the bell towers of unfamiliar and alien.  They sympathize.  They do not comprehend.  There is no comfort.  Unknown and misunderstood are cheerless keepers.  A somber confinement, it forms overnight with the ghosts of kin and comrade.  It neighbors academies, accompanies most travel, and even appears at journey’s end.  An unexpected hold, guarded vain nostalgia, longs for the key—unconditional acceptance of home.


In response to the basic writing prompt #1 on A Rose by any Other Name Would Smell Like Daisies


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18 Responses to Homesick

  1. Leah says:

    Oh! How beautiful. How simple and… to the point. The opposite of most of my writing, but I love how you wrote it. It really strikes home, and the removed voice that you wrote it with compliments it with a nice dose of irony. I’m so glad that I could provide a grain of inspiration to someone through my ramblings. ^^

    And I’m sorry how long it took me to get back to you. I’ve been busy lately, and I haven’t been keeping up with myself.

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment. So glad you liked it. No worries about tardiness in responding. I’ve been busy or sick or both, depending on the day. Look forward to sharing writing with you again.

  2. stan says:

    Home is certainly where your heart is…well written.

  3. Yousei, when you click comment a box opens, but sometimes it has to be enlarged in order to find the button that allows you to send your post.

    Thanks for stopping by.

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Thanks for the info. I didn’t even see “comment” anywhere on your site. It is probably a problem with my internet connection. Believe it or not, I still have dialup. It makes things very frustrating sometimes.

  4. I can’t remember ever feeling homesick, but I have been depressed – from your description they are kin.

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Richard, Thank you for stopping by and leaving a comment. I think you have something; they must be cousins at least. Depression has often been a companion of mine, so I may very well have written this from remembering those times together. Please come by again. You are welcome anytime.

  5. ichabod says:

    Hi Yousei;

    “They sympathize. They do not comprehend.”

    C’est la vie. I like that. 🙂

  6. b says:

    Such an evocative post…yearning for home! I loved it. The second paragraph though has to reflect the change in our lives and personality as a result of enduring and coming through the homesick time. We change but what we left behind does not. As a result, going home is sad in a lot of ways. At least it always was for me.

    Thank you for the story and the reference to “A Rose by….”. I liked that one too.


  7. catgirlslovehaiku says:

    I absolutely love the imagery in this writing. Great introduction to a story. I can’t help but imagine Morgan Freeman reciting this dissertation. LOL. Great work!

  8. lesliepaints says:

    I really like what you wrote, here. I remember this when I went to camp the first time, when I adjusted to dorm life first semester, and again when my parents retired and moved cross country and visits became fewer and farthur between while I made my own home over the years. Then, once again trails of it waft in every-so-often because they are no longer there physically. I think this brings to mind the sacrifice our troops make as they venture into a foreign land. Phew….heavy.

    • Yousei Hime says:

      You really got it. I was wondering how well I was communicating. I didn’t want it cluttered with a bunch of pronouns, but I also wanted it to feel familiar enough most would understand it. Thanks for sharing your reading of it; it encourages me.

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