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arbpoet Junior Member
since 2006-11-22
Posts 38 |
A life’s journey spent at many unfamiliar places. A childhood lived amongst the shadows of strange walls. Ears often hearing the echoes of empty rooms. Soon moving on to another unfamiliar place. A whole life spent moving place to place. Never staying long for the heart to belong. Once there existed a home. A home familiar to the heart. A tiny white house with a cement porch and metal posts. Small rooms with wooden floors. An old swinging screen door. A weeping willow and a giant sycamore that were familiar friends. A humble place that was not much compared to other homes. To a child’s eyes and heart. It was the only constant in a life of hardship. This place was the inspiration of childhood imagination. This home sowed the seeds of a poet’s heart. The only home ever known. Years ago it became the empty echo of a childhood’s end. To stand without life. To be tumbled down and tossed away. Only the sycamore is left as a relic of dreams now fulfilled. That child is now grown. She still dreams of that old place. The heart still not belonging to any place. In her dreams that only home still exists. In her dreams the only place to belong. Can your heart belong to one place so completely that when that home is lost, you will mourn over it like a lost friend? That you will continue to dream of that place all your life? |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
ahhh yes....I know this longing for a childhood dream.. nicely penned my friend RDB |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
I believe it can....by turning those memories from longing to those of good times... beautiful write |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I think about my childhood home all the time and I miss it a lot |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Thank you for sharing such a heartfelt write. Yes, I do believe a HOME can, whereas a HOUSE cannot. There is a tremendous difference, and it's all in the FEELINGS that become attached. I enjoyed this poem very much! I love weeping willows and sycamores! |
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arbpoet Junior Member
since 2006-11-22
Posts 38 |
Thank you for your comments. I have moved over 30 times during my lifetime, mostly as a child. The only constant place that felt like home was my grandparent's place. Their house was over a hundred years old. The sycamore tree was also over a hundred years old. It was planted by a teacher and students when my grandparent's house was a schoolhouse. Although the house is no longer there, I think the sycamore is still there. I have not drove by there in four years. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Will you write more about this special home? Perhaps, the FEEL of the Sycamore tree bark? or the smells of cookies or pies baking? Wishing you a pleaseant holiday and fine new year! |
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