A Poet’s Soul: The Drifter The Prodigal The Last Son

I am a writer and author, but before that I am a human being. You, my friend, are human too. This is undeniable and nonnegotiable. Where life thrives so does the rhythm that sustains it. I found this beautiful rhythm in Nigel Jerome Byng’s poetic verses. The Drifter The Prodigal The Last Son is not just poetry but a life laid bare on the page.

As a reader I saw Nigel growing and changing through his words. A person’s life is so much more than just thoughts, feelings and experiences. It is a world that sustains itself, a picture that paints itself through many colors, hands, and ideas. It is the imagination of the Divine set into action, where fate directs and the soul improvises.

The Drifter The Prodigal The Last Son is not just a book, it’s the revelation of a living soul.

A few poems from this collection that made me pause, take a deep breath, and sift through my own being.

THE COBWEBS IN MY ROOM:

The loss of a loved one and the questions that never go away. They only grow louder with the moments that will never come. A touching line that grazed my heart: “Be there when I come home, too.”

I WAS HERE:

This poem reflects the want of being and belonging. Home is structured through our memories. Home is what we remember it to be. It is the cocoon of comfort and confusion – we emerge from it but truly never detach. The good and bad course through our veins as blood.

HALF A DOZEN:

A mother’s work and her love never run out. She builds an environment of love and security around her. A world that will gradually expand and branch out to accommodate more worlds. Yet she is the star that remains at its center. “Thank you for the poems you whispered to God on my behalf.”

GUAVA:

Who can forget the push and pull of youth and the punishing discipline ever ready to set it right. The reasoning of past times that gave ‘the whips’ a free hand. Strike and all shall be right. Ouch!!

SELF-STRANGULATION:

Quit the blame game – should become a campaign. First, look within you to truly to recognize what surrounds you. True words of wisdom that never come easy. Shattering the self to attain freedom.

PRODIGAL:

The wanderer, ever searching for that which has no name, face, or identity. Pursuit after pursuit. Life after death. The grueling quest continues till the final breath.

The Drifter The Prodigal The Last Son speaks of love and romance and the storms that bellow across two hearts.

It’s a sweetness that lingers through memories and space. The crushing pain of heartbreak that snaps the composure of a mind and heart. The weight of being submerged in a sorrow that eventually dries to a trickle, allowing more reservoirs of wants and desires.

Beware of the waves of longing that crash unannounced!

More lines that reflect an understanding that is honest and unafraid: “They believe in love and I no longer do.” “Until I perfected loneliness.” This is sadness gilded in gold.

The poems TRUE COLORS, THE RIDDLE, CURSE GOD & DIE are expressions of the Divine and His creation. Every individual is compared to a riddle in search of its answer. Chameleon souls are likened to the color black, a darkness that cannot be overshadowed. God is, God was, God will be – the consolation, the strength, the undying hope.

For me, summing up The Drifter The Prodigal The Last Son is no small task. The creative energy is soaring. But if I had to express this in one line: It all boils down to belonging.

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