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Cherry

By Parson Thru

Fri, 21 Jun 2019
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There’s a constant flow of people past the end of my street
Right beneath my window

Swifts chase bugs in the darkening channel of sky

Borrachos open their cans

Buses whine through the square, harassed by scooters

And I’m wondering how it’s going to feel
when the poles have flipped

When There becomes Here, and Here is There

The other place
The life that was

People will talk about home

“It’s good to have you home.”

“I bet you’re glad to be home.”

Tossing the subjective around like waste paper

Home: a place I love and hate
Home: a place I long for
Home: a place it breaks my heart to leave

It gets dark quickly here

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

If you do back, it surely will become a new place/life not the old place/life? You will have good memories to build on in a new place? and noticing the sad and the humourous, the tawdry and the beautiful in a different setting. I liked the noticing of those swifts chasing bugs above the noise and roughness of city life. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Rhiannon.

Once again, I envy your certainty and hope.

You have the hills you love.  I only ever saw them in the last four years from 31,000 ft while flying home.

Maybe it's just me.  Who knows?

Hope you're well.  

Parson Thru

Submitted by Di_Hard on

However bad it is to leave the place you love, you do it for the person you love. The place will always be there. Just like the swifts, something calls you to leave, but you will go back, just like the swifts. If you know you can make someone's life better by being with them, that is a huge gift, to you?

I hope this is not patronising, I wish I could be of some help to my Mum but I'm not. Nor was I to my Dad. If you are useful, be proud. It shows what a good person you are

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Not patronising, Di. Not at all.

I'm sorry. We all do whatever we can. I'm no saint. I'm going to do what I can.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you for the cherries. X

Parson Thru

Submitted by bosch on

last 4 lines conclude your poem pretty well. a good poem. Swep 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you swep.

Parson Thru

Submitted by catherine poarch on

I've spent my whole life trying to get home. Maybe it's a thing to do and not a place. I liked the constant flow of people at the beginning.Everyone on the move. Hope you are well.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Catherine. Still romping along. Hope you are, too. Yes, it has that feel, doesn't it? Maybe the next place, maybe the next, maybe the last, maybe the first, maybe it has nothing to do with place at all. Thank you. Take care.

Parson Thru