Notice of absence from arqios
Be kind….
…. words don’t rewind
Be kind….
…. words don’t rewind
That hamlet where mum's lineage dwells,
Ancestral ruins, where silence swells.
Foundation stumps, a faint design,
A phenomenon strange, yet mine.
History breathes in broken stone,
Family lore in whispers grown.
Sights and sounds, scents of old,
Stories in these ruins unfold.
But in this decay, a shadow's cast,
A reminder of life that cannot last.
Bulldozed, ground, swept away,
Mortality's echo, can't win that day.
So for now all I could do is roam
away from where I couldn't go home.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Probably best to let the poem speak for itself, at least this time around… what unveiling did it birth in you? Bit of an earlier post today.
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A really pleasant read and i love the picture, Thank you
Thank you kindly 🙏🏻 Glad you liked it.
Your very welcome
So many places where we used to live have been torn down arqios and it is such a shame for us in many cases.
Andy
Indeed it is. Rips at the heart. Thanks Andy 🙏🏻
This is really well constructed. I like the rhyme.It is a strange feeling to explore where you came from.It reminded me of my ancestry.Most of them were horse thieves.Great poem
Interesting.... an aunt's husband came from a family of cattle rustlers, lol... and my branch of the family had ranch holdings, historically dealing with cattle, lol!
Marvelously worded this poem rolls like waves on the sea. The beauty of the scene is cast in splendid images and is good enough by itself but below lies a deeper metaphor where in this life none of us can ever go home again. Time does not flow upstream.
Now there is a sad truth... oh for a river that runs upstream! It came to mind as ideas are needed to plan for the last days which will surely come in time, downstream...
I'm the one driving the bulldozer.Yeah!
i can imagine that! yeah 🙂
You took me back to Betsy Drury's old ramshackle cottage (they said she was a witch) not far from my mothers pre-marital home in the wilds of Devon .. I have written about it often .. a very special place for me & mine .. muchly enjoyed .. Neville
Thanks N, cheers!
Excellent write
Thanks Tony 🙏🏻
You're welcome
A polished write. ....I cannot relate that to myself but as a reminder of the transience of life and place, You've cracked it.
Thanks DD 🙏🏻
A very poignant 😢
and thought provoking write!
I took a plane to visit my
place where I was born, it
changed so much in only
ten years, clubs gone, movie
theaters abandoned, just
didn't seem like my old
home town any more..
Anywho, thanks for sharing
a great read indeed!! 👍
Best regards ✌️ peace Thad
Yes Thad, that’s the ballpark of this poem’s feel and reach. It’s like being alienated from self and how we’ve anchored our identity over the years. Thanks kindly 🙏🏻
This is some beautiful reflection, Rome isn't far from me, and when I visited this year to find them rebuilding for more metro stops underground trains like in London. I love nature and I'm very lucky to live in the magnificent Tuscan countryside, I don't like to see new builds fortunately here it's very difficult to do. This makes me think about my home London and how it's all so built up and what underneath it all. Most enjoyed this and the reflection it has given me. 🌹
I know what you mean, I was so thrilled to find new section of the Via Appia and how there is still respect for what brought us here today. It isn't all lost even if some of the new stuff are real eyesores. Who knows, the next Eiffel Tower maybe, appreciated after its nascent generation. Thanks kindly for sharing your thought process on this Teddy. Glad to hear it! For now I just enjoy watching the growing number of films surrounding Tuscany!
There's a gorgeous one on netflix right now with some of the Hollywood greats in it they fly right over Florence in a helicopter in one scene and it makes me cry I'm truly privileged to live in the middle of such architecture and culture. 🌹 There is nothing new in Florence it's stunning just the tram via that rides around it.
Will be looking that up, thanks Teddy 🙂
My childhood home is still standing all these years later! I lived there till I moved out with my then fiancé, now wife when I was around 20. I drive by it occasionally, which always feels weird. So. I can only imagine the feeling of driving by and no home being there! Anyway, not sure if your poem has any sort of metaphorical meaning, which it totally could have…it is quite the powerful poem here, friend. It could mean a literal home…it could also be a metaphor for the dissolution or destruction of the family. Wishing one could go home but there being no home or family who will receive them for whatever reason. Either way, this is a wonderful Shakespearean sonnet my friend! 🌹👏
Ah, there be that other truth and should the door open then he meaning passes through the gap! Thanks do much friend 🙏🏻
You’re welcome friend!
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