Return journey blues ( Quintessentially British & a sonnet )

By Stephanie Sideways

Like drones, all descending through dank, cool air.
Simple hours detach a sultry hot breeze.
Stubborn attire leaves sun kissed skin bare
Warm breath leaves in clouds from clement bodies

Antipodean are hankered and yearned
Past the conveyer of their yesterweek
Dragging the luggage of Landry, spurned
Assembled in haste, no wish to fold neat .

Weighty and weary, surrendered to home
Faces depict Father Time as a cheat
How could the fortnight be over so soon?
Fleetingly wanting time stuck on repeat

Holiday Sun now a near memory
Softening blues with a nice cup of tea .

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Published on Friday, April 12, 2013. Filed under: "Structured" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Just got home from sunny Florida! :-(

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Comments on "Return journey blues ( Quintessentially British & a sonnet ) "

On Saturday, April 13, 2013, FadedBlues (2096) wrote:

...de-parting is bittersweet sorrow, I think...
On Friday, April 12, 2013, PoetessDarkly (693) wrote:

Hope is where the heart is. Lovely pen. glad you got away for awhile. :)
On Friday, April 12, 2013, dwells (4177) wrote:

You had some wonderful weather then and we are about to enter the summer weather pattern of rainy afternoons, and muggy as Hell! Always good to get home and guessed I missed you on the links, cheers!
On Sunday, April 14, 2013, Stephanie Sideways (276) wrote:

I kept thinking about you . Every time I drove past a golf course in fact . You are the closest I came to meeting a poetry pal from another part of the globe. X
On Friday, April 12, 2013, Electric-Chair (121) wrote:

I love the feel of vacations! and you captured the mood of returning home