Open Poetry #28 |
Everything I Came For |
Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
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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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
LOL...oh my gosh, visions of the recent remodeling have come back to haunt me! |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
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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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
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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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
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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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
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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angelblueyes Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2148Oklahoma |
We are remodeling right now and I so hear you on this. Crystal |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
nice read |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
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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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Do we own things, or do things own us? |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
If we don't control them, they don't just control us -- they BECOME us. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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