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Empty Echoes |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace 
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Empty Echoes I think in the long run I will have to go back to the days of Mississippi past with a garden in back of the house a porch swing, growing vegetables making do with what we have the art of quilting and canning funny years ago I ran from that in a fast pace to something else what was it that I was thinking did the city shine blind my senses I can’t think anymore feeling rage from shelling peas on the porch I ran loud Sunday fried chicken dinners feeling tight hugs that truly cling I am not home lost in confusion lonely missing part of my soul the true direction of my north is the south in breath of pines I ache in the longing of this place the sheer comfort of the zone denim and cotton stretch for miles railcars sing a lonesome lullaby in still lightening bug darkness I miss it across empty echoes "I'm so hard to handle |
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gilead Senior Member
since 2008-03-10
Posts 1067nevada, USA |
I love this poem for its reawakening of the memories of my growing up just across the river in Arkansas. You have said so much of what I feel, and I appreciate your knowing the value of that which is truly good, and worthy of our longing to return to our roots, and the rich soil of life from which we grew. Thanks, art |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Helen, To each her/his own Hon. I couldn't take it myself. Love Bobby |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Home will always be where your heart was happiest. I do understand being homesick, though for me, I was happy to get away from my youthful home base in the San Fernando Valley, which became a miserable place overcrowded and full of racism, gang issues and air pollution, and condos that sprang up everywhere ranches and farms once thrived. I love blue jeans and living close to the ground, immersed in nurturing nature. I hope to never live in the middle of a crowded city again. Your post put me back on a farm, smiling. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I suppose I should be happy where I am now huh? I do love shelling peas and those Sunday fried chicken dinners. I guess I don't need the beach and the city buses as much as I thought. |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
I love it  Poet, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Helen, I love this for many reasons - its beauty, its art, its honesty, its truth, the subject (love the countryside), and as Art put it, its reawakening (and yours), its values, the hope that you will get back there or as close as possible to "it", and the sheer enjoyment of reading it - and those are just the reasons that I can think of at the moment - there are probably lots more! Thank you. Owl |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Art said what I'm thinking but said it better than I can, Kacy. I truly understand what you are saying. Ida |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Helen - I can feel your emptyness, but the kindling of joy when thinking about those great times missed. Wouldn't it be great to live a less stressful lazy kinda life... BC |
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Oklahoma Rose Senior Member
since 2008-02-28
Posts 1586Oklahoma USA |
I can sure feel your emptiness, Helen. |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
Helen, you give me ideas - thanks. And I hope you find rest there one day. /pip/Forum100/HTML/000924.html |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Beautiful to read and even more beautiful are the memories and now refreshed dreams of mine that this gave me. Thank you for bringing about some very peaceful memories of mine. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Art and Mark said what I wanted to say better than I could have said it... you've left Louisiana on my mind and a smile on my face... thank you. |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
if we were all honest with ourselves, I wonder how many of us ran from home only to find out that the bus that took us on our escape has a signpost ahead that reads 'next stop--home'. well-versed verse...gonna take a sentimental journey...I can hear someone on the porch whispering under their breath, 'they all come back' ...very nice ride...thank you for letting us come along with you |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Helen This has so many musical lyrical lines. It sang to me which some poems do. I could clearly feel the longing, reflections of regret and beauty of the past that holds one to one's roots! Wonderfully, tastefully written. Eric |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
How forlorn one can be when their soul lies behind in the bayou of their longing. Quilting, canning, and Sunday suppers, how do we let this get away. I could spend my last day on that porch and already be, in kingdom come, with nothing but our thoughts of a life well spent, and the chirping crickets, in the southern pines. You’re amazing Helen. |
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poddarku Senior Member
since 2008-01-15
Posts 589india |
As soothing as listening to Gordon Lightfoot songs. |
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