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Leaving Home - Very old and not really poetry except in my mind
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Leaving Home - Very old and not really poetry except in my mind |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
Leaving home The window watched the rain dripped slowly down. Intrepid souls slowly sacrificed their water to blend into a puddle. Our house as a particularly inspiring site; the stone wall prevented us seeing out and everyone else could see in, so it we quietly climbed out; over the wall, and down next door's steps. Courting or our feverish attempts at anything like it, were never conducted well. The privet hedge next door was a much better bet, and you couldn't be heard so easily although we kept falling off the ledge. I used to think it was nothing. Now, I can understand the mentality that makes these things necessary and why people seek isolation from people to learn. I didn't know it was the last time I would see home, or what would happen when I really returned to a home once again, or whose home for that matter. left the drains, shared bathroom and bedroom, and all my failed attempts at growing up, picked up my Bag, and opened the front door. I never understood who fancied me, and always went for those who didn't; still I've spent most of my life doing that I climbed up the memories.. Behind the tree which was always in the way when I was waving in the summer, I could see the window I had declared my love to, again and again. Standing up in my pajamas in love, a love that probably mirrors any love I have known since. Worshipping so much, and feeling the world was mind - and why not, when you don't know any better. I'll always remember when she went to the big school by the Scrubs prison. How I used to change my route to try and meet her on her way home from school. I never thought about how I supposedly had gone from Fulham to Old Oak, when my own home lay in the middle, but when you are in love - nothing matters in the world. I met her once on this mystic route, and needless to say went speechless, apart from the mumble that has often characterised my later years. I've always made a fool of myself with women I love, I don't know "it's a form of escape I suppose". I left that road with it's trees, it good deeds, and a lot of enjoyment, and people I now realised I loved, although how I could have told them, or understood enough to know when I was well off, is another matter. I caught the 12 bus at the end of the road at the bus stop opposite the church. |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"I climbed up the memories.. ~*~ I'll always remember when she went to the big school by the Scrubs prison. How I used to change my route to try and meet her on her way home from school. I never thought about how I supposedly had gone from Fulham to Old Oak, when my own home lay in the middle, but when you are in love - nothing matters in the world. I met her once on this mystic route, and needless to say went speechless, apart from the mumble that has often characterised my later years." I enjoyed this SO much!  |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
I like this. :-) <^^> Today the pond....Tomorrow the world |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
very nice~ My spirit will rise |
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yv Senior Member
since 2003-05-30
Posts 574 |
Welcome to Passions...dear friend. Your memories are touching...and who says memories aren't poetry? This was as poetic as poetic can conceivably be. Lovely write! Yv-Goddess of Her Domain. Symbol of Truth Passion Pain. Let Her Smile Rain on the Hearts of the Innocent. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Very much enjoyed the read...very captivating. Hugs~Nancy Something tugs at me, I've no doubt of that. |
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SimplyGold Senior Member
since 2002-07-10
Posts 1453 |
There are some very fine thoughts here. Enjoyed very much. SG |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
climbed up the memories.. ~*~ Thank you froggy I like this. Thanks Froggy Today a start tomorrow 'I stop blaming the world' MGROVES very nice~ My spirit will rise above the sea~ There will be no drowning of my soul or me~ Thanks Marsha yv Thanks but if a volcano Goddess rained on me I would probably still produce the same amount of steam Enchantress Very much enjoyed the read...very captivating. Hugs~Nancy Something tugs at me, I've no doubt of that. Something from the sea, whichever one I'm near. When I stray too far from beachland, it calls me back Observant as always Nancy - there were reasons SimplyGold There are some very fine thoughts here. Enjoyed very much. SG Thank you very much Bodger |
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