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0 posted 2003-09-03 04:57 PM



Going To A Home Store Instead Of Sitting
On The Back Porch Playing My Guitar


I’ve got everything I came for,
forgotten why I’m here;
somehow it’s deeply offending
to fret yard sculptures and screws,
slide in among the rakes and PVC,
the livealone ladies still determined
to somehow redecorate it right this time,
scratchbelly men just standing there
by the power tools, forgetting how to play

Wedging through the musak aisles,
All the things that make a house a house,
the fertilizer racks and mirror tiles,
all the things, things and paint rollers;
I’ve forgotten why I’m here
was it a gazebo, a ceiling fan
and could I manage an E-minor seventh?
On a uke, maybe, after these silent years,
everything I came for still deeply offending
and it’s waiting on the porch,
strings losing tune as the dew gathers

Out at the parking lot, the sun sets
in gold confetti, makes an irritating glare
in the nursery, scalds the flowers yellow-pink
and the ladders along the wall,
all the things that make a house a house,
will dew split the top before I’m home?
I could buy shop towels, denatured alcohol
but I’ve got everything I came for,
all the little things, house things,
I’ve forgotten why I’m here
and it’s time to go home.

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1 posted 2003-09-03 04:59 PM



LOL...oh my gosh, visions
of the recent remodeling
have come back to haunt me!

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2 posted 2003-09-03 05:16 PM


you may have got everything you came for...but I'll bet my socks you do not have everything you need.
Keth

Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind.  Unknown



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3 posted 2003-09-03 05:34 PM


all the things that make a house a house,

I love the repetition of this line... it somehow sums up the emptiness... reminds me of the song lyric "a house is not a home". You've perfectly captured the scurry... the need to DO instead of enjoy... surface trappings that really mean nothing.

but I’ve got everything I came for,
all the little things, house things,
I’ve forgotten why I’m here
and it’s time to go home.

And home is where the heart is. *S* (how's that for tacking a cliche' onto your exceedingly original work? LOL)

and it’s waiting on the porch,
strings losing tune as the dew gathers

I'd rather hear the guitar... for I suspect it's never out of tune... only out of use. *S* Excellent work! *S*

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4 posted 2003-09-03 06:00 PM


Ed

This poem just breaks my heart.  It is so sad that a home sometimes becomes the sum of the gadgets that men are expected to be able to use to fix it.  When what is broken is the music box that sings in the heart.  You have written this with such power, in such a simple yet profound way.  Makes me want to hug you.  

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5 posted 2003-09-03 06:17 PM


ah...very profound....guess we could all say that...sometimes...we get so busy being busy that we forget what our real purpose is...very nicely penned
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6 posted 2003-09-03 07:32 PM


We are remodeling right now and I so hear you on this.
Crystal

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7 posted 2003-09-03 07:36 PM


nice read
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8 posted 2003-09-03 11:11 PM


This described the chaotic clamoring for all the things that never make a house a home.
Now, just think about this...
If every man and every woman sought the things that made life rich...
Shopping would seldom take place at home depot huh?
Nice write. TD

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9 posted 2003-09-03 11:53 PM


Do we own things, or do things own us?


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10 posted 2003-09-06 12:28 PM


If we don't control them, they don't just control us -- they BECOME us.

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