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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion 
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Home All the voices in this café are sad, walls that are in ruin must be rebuilt, and lives that had direction, have shifted like so many grains of sand. She’s afraid most every night now, no comfort in this geography, too much pain in ashen rain, all her questions are answered the same, she just wants to go home. He’s been walking the woods in winter, alone in his reverie, been on this quest so long, he’s forgotten why he came - but he’s older now, and going home doesn’t seem so bad, not so bad at all. Lumbering from tree to tree, this monk at logging cross-roads, doesn’t expect to find her there, but that’s where home is and it’s a good place to start again. She’s walking away from that job in the city, facing western winds, old boundaries evaporate before eyes holding the world anew. He’s driving a battered pick-up - his dog riding shot-gun, along with books of poetry; riding through autumn leaves, stirring up a confetti stream, whistling tunes ‘bout home. Home has changed, that’s how it goes, nothing stays the same, yet, the twin bridges still cross over, and the old diner looks packed as ever; you can still circle the town square, get out of your car and smell the ocean from here. She never did learn to drive, took the bus all those many miles, her breathing slowed to pace the passing countryside, with each mile, a growing smile. Stepping down, into town, she turns, to see him standing there, like he’s been waiting all this time, all this time. In this remote spit of land, far from infringing cities and sprawl, where only the cattle population rises, most young folks had left years ago. But if you ask the bent old gent that sits on a bench by the river bank watching the day go by, he’ll tell you that the young ones are coming back home, by and by. © 2001 Corinne Bailey [This message has been edited by Corinne (edited 09-25-2001).] |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
well told.... very well told.... good imagery and use of character to bring out the story line... impressive write... very impressive! |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
How true this is, finding "home" again, no matter how you left it, it is still there...different, changed a bit, perhaps, a little ragged at the edges, but still there... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Corinne, Very wise and very true, this is one of your best. *L* Sy |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
"home is where the heart is. . . " but. . . is it really??? great job Corinne. . .  ------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thanks, Captain, Lady In White, Sey and Sven. Been thinking a lot about this subject lately. Sometimes it's difficult to know if you're in the right place at the right time... Cor |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Corinne~ Absolutely endearing thoughts~ Home ... beckons to the heart~ *Hugs*, dear poetess~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Songbird Member Elite
since 1999-12-15
Posts 2184Missouri |
Really like this.. it has a you are there feeling about it.. and I especially like the last paragraph.. it states to me how the youth are finding what is truly of value as many of the older generation already knew from experience. I love the way you write. "But if you ask the bent old gent that sits on a bench by the river bank watching the day go by, he’ll tell you that the young ones are coming back home, by and by." |
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illusion Member
since 2001-06-19
Posts 296 |
I like this very much - and like to think there's a place waiting to welcome us however much we both have changed. |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
"....and the hunter, home from the hill..." Nicely done, Cor. Bob |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Corinne--This is poignant and tender and real...Very well done! |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Sounds like a place I wish I could go back to, one of less demand and a human kinder speed. Good read. |
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The Rusty Knight Member
since 2001-08-29
Posts 414Texas |
we all have aplace in our heart...usually from the past that is our touchstone. It may have long passed but is a live in our heart....like this very much |
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Trew Member
since 2000-06-10
Posts 365Ottawa, Canada |
The grass has never been greener, Corinne. At home, or in your poetry. Beautiful! To the library it goes... |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thank you kindly, Marge, Songbird, Illusion, Bob, Martie, RS Wells, Rusty and Trew! Corinne |
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The Lady of Shallot Senior Member
since 2001-10-03
Posts 818USA |
I followed these two with a soft smile! -befriend yourself and you will never be alone- |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
I was so busy fixing some broken stairs at home, I almost missed this one. It was a wonderful trip to another's homeplace. It reminded me once again that while everyone has a place they call home, and the places sometimes seem so different, in fact, they are all the same. |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
Corinne - Did you like my dog? He hates cats, so he is a fine old friend. I love the slow meter of this poem, the pauses as the scenes change, and the meeting of the two sides. Very sweet - just like you. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is truly heartwarming, Corinne...just like "home". Beautifully done! |
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