On Leaving Home

Cherry

By socialeaf

Tue, 22 May 2018
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I think of the clocks

that tick for no one

 

and the toaster

still giving off heat

 

I think of the guitar my son plays

strings reverberating

 

warmly through empty air 

since his incessant practice of

 

Wish You Were Here

 

and puzzle on who the eyes

in photographs follow now

 

that we’re not there

 

I think of our daily diaspora

out the door beyond the gate

 

each on our own

in the places where we go

 

and I wonder what ghosts

we’ll bring home

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Submitted by Di_Hard on

I like this very much, very strong idea of sudden space when everyone leaves, all signs of life - sound, warmth etc fading away. And the memories of life outside coming with you when you get back. Almost like a tide coming in going out

 

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you Di Hard. Still have your cotyledons poem in my head:)

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

You have caught here the feeling of looking down on your life and family's ways when far apart, and the place you've just left, like if one could see a film catching each on their travels. It reminded me of one of my children (when very young) perplexing on what happened in the shops when we had left, and the idea he was told that they shut and the assistants left for their own homes! HIs brother seemed more concerned to know what it was like under the roads on which we travelled! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you for reading it Rhiannon:)

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

Just caught up with this. I love the reference to the 'daily diaspora', and the idea of the house waiting for whoever is coming back. Very haunting

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you airyfairy:) 

 

Submitted by Ewan on

fine poetry.

and very well done,

Ewan

Author Page at the 'Zon
 

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you Ewan