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Jannel Member
since 2000-01-18
Posts 492Muncie, IN, USA |
(sorry it's long, but that's sort of at the crux of why i am writing it.) number of homes too many homesick? yeah, that too dave, i'm starting to see that side thirteen number four was true untaken photos mingle on the dirty carpet next to half-empty cans and bottles of chew spit others lay strewn on that most uncomfortable couch home away from home home more than home and you and you and you were there before we thought to scatter 433 was a nice front porch with a lovely view of lights and sirens and ice cream trucks and more hopeless longing than i ever hope to know it was a grand illusion of friendship and communion of differences but you were really just a bed with a nice front porch and here i see all of the elements phone plus sheets plus music plus ivy plus picture postcards but home? home is not a word for this so i remember room 701 a hideaway whith luck charms across the walls where pressed faeries numbered the days and i loved and cried and decided on the perfect shoes for friday night (a little boring though, so often i preferred to spend a night in the jungle or with a rock star) and i'll never forget the brick square of the superhero mutt and nice family dinners the house that doesn't know who knows its secrets because reality isn't easy enough or maybe just not fun they escape daily and i never will soon, four more walls will welcome me homesick? yeah. that too. |
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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
Great poem Jannel. I can relate. We used to move around a lot when I was little. I sometimes will just sit and think about all the homes I used to have and my houses. It's nice reflecting. I miss them too, especialy as they become faded memories. Joy |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Jannel, a great piece, perfectly capturing the nostalgia. Excellently written poem, "an afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree the hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women". Patti Smith |
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