Luxury Cruise


Beneath, behind
This emptiness
No consumption
Can ever fill, the
Craving masks
A deeper hunger;
The yearning of
A homesick soul.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on April 23, 2014, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. The yearning of a homesick soul. I think you just described me with these words.

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  2. I think we are all homesick. Unfortunately many of us don’t realize it.

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  3. The “homesick soul” – YES! (Wish I’d thought of that phrase – it’s perfect, for how many of us feel. Seems I was born homesick….)

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  4. My mother loved a cruise ship experience she took to Alaska a number of years ago. I hear her description of it, and I shudder. The luxury cruise inevitably is for those who do not know luxury, but still have the luxury of enough income to spend on eating endless meals while plowing the seas. It has little to do with luxury, in reality, but more to do with consumption and pretense of luxury. Our individual cruises through life are as varied as the light of sunrise and sunset and darkness mixed together into days and nights that last only a little while. We yearn for home, and some, like Wendell Berry I suspect, find it, but the rest of us keep on the journey, hoping to find truth in our cores, while time slips past us so quietly that we only notice during spasmodic spikes of brilliance, to paraphrase a particularly memorable phrase written by Sylvia Plath.

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    • The luxury cruise, as you expertly describe here, seemed a perfect image for what I wanted to say, and this virtually wrote itself. Once again you cut to the essence of the piece and allow me to feel encountered; always a joy for a writer, as I am sure you know. Thank you.


  5. Again, Ben, a vast wave of resonance with my own true emanates from your poem ~ in so few words. Sometimes we don’t realise how very homesick we were until our souls have walked through the door and remembered. Great write.

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