Notice of absence from arqios
Be kind….
…. words don’t rewind
Be kind….
…. words don’t rewind
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thoughts for that House that Time built
where a life had been lovingly wrapped
in emotion and garlanded with thoughts:
share with us, like unto fragmented bits
of tinsel confetti or silvery-speckled sand
in the briny breeze of life-catching sunlight
that reflects who you are in flowing words-
well-used tree-lined avenue of yesterdays
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 25th, 2022 17:53
- Comment from author about the poem: Over the years, this poem has received mixed reactions and reviews. 'Home' is quite a trigger word and may in fact bring up negative emotions and past trauma for many. But it is hoped that the home in this poem is the home of the heart, that whatever homelife may have been for us, there is a 'home' that we recognise and validated even if it escapes the typical description and expectation.
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Comments3
Good write CB.
Thanks orchidee
bricks, curated
into a custom fit, home
with tears of laughter and fear
as cement, a mix bag
of our experiences of life..
wonderful metaphor
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
Thanks for reading and taking the poem for a spin L.B. Mek!
yet sadly, home is all too often where the hurt is ........................... Neville
Indeed. What we build and what we deem home is what we fondly shall remember.
or conversely, for far too many, what they indeed, try to forget ..
that is a sad sad truth
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