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Going Home and Gone
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Going Home and Gone |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace 
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Going Home and Gone twenty five years after leaving, I am going home everyone in town knows my family name but they don’t know me the hospital is dedicated to my uncle the library is where my grandma and grandpa lived I now stand outside trembling, flooded in emotion I close my eyes I smell grandpa burning leaves my great grandmother is in the rocker tatting such beautiful lace she made my mother in her apron shelling peas see men in suits with ties loose, sipping bourbon on the porch again I open my eyes I remember right where the flower bed was where I buried my grandma’s good silver see the pecan trees where my sisters and I knocked down nuts with cane poles this place is so much a part of me, yet none of me at all with the blue haired southern ladies whispering and men plotting their power and the true ugly secrets in old Mississippi money I left wanting no part of it, turning my back on it as I look around, it is the same place I left except gone gone are the big white columns in front of our house where I practiced my name in fat red crayon over and over again when I learned how to write it and gone is me "...the rest is silence" (Hamlet) Shakespeare |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Gone perhaps but never left behind.. as usual very fine work... |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
You never can really do back once you leave. It is the same yet you look at it differently now. Well said. All writing comes |
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g-hm Member
since 2001-05-16
Posts 85 |
Sometimes we never can go back. |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
I remember the first time I went back down south after having been gone a number of years...I thought it had changed, then realized that it was I who'd changed. Little known JLR fact, I can tat (though I'd forgotten all about it until I read this). This is a great series you're doing! |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
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Mark Junior Member
since 2001-06-13
Posts 18 |
There is healing in touching past and also that realization that although gone, it is also who we are. You've written that very well. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
In a world of changes nothing stays the same....that's good in some ways and bad in others. This is a delightful poem! The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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