Places

By shoe

Mon, 26 Apr 2010
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There are no graves to visit, that I know of,
no well loved view or favourite haunt.
Just sticky black macadam to the vanishing point.

There is no home - town - turf - stead,
No one place, no one, to return to.
We carried our roots in our bones, our blood, our guts.
We saw a new world every day through weary eyes
and no one spoke our names.

Your bones grow old inside me, become solid, stone.
I love you too much to leave you here.
Where then, am I to lay to rest - the ghosts, the bones, the flowers?
There is no place, you gave me none.

Certificate U
Story
They don't mean to, but they do
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Kahdai on
It may not be important yet yet there is always a place. Lovely thought-creating poem shoe. K xx

"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "

Submitted by kheldar on
I have to be honest and say this is one of the most, if not the most, moving things I have ever read. The circumstances behind your poem are doubtless different, but as Fish so eloquently put it: "Home is where the heart lies Buy if the heart lies, where is home?" Being a free spirit is great in its way, but I guess every sailor needs a home port at some stage. Anyway, don't let my mindless waffle get in the way of the real deal here, this poem is just brilliant. David xx :--)

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Submitted by shoe on
It's so good to have you back, I've missed the way you read the content rather than the technicalities, (just as well for I'm crap at techie stuff!) I once told a friend that roots are people, now I'm not so sure. Anyway enough self pitying and navel gazing, for the sun shines here and I hope it's shining on you today, xxxx

 

Submitted by Kahdai on
Yes & I once thought fish was right, now I want an empty ocean all for me & mine, ofshore of my home country though ofcourse! Ah, I contradict myself just thinking about it ;) xxx

"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "

Submitted by Highhat on
I ,too think this is beautiful though restless. I believe we are each others roots and that we do need a place and space. This poem makes me think of fugitives on the run like refugees almost also metaphorically as the inner self. It has it all, love desolation isolation. I think it must have been a mishap that you didn't get cherry picked with this one. xx kind regards

Submitted by shoe on
Thanks Kahdai, you might get lonely in an empty ocean but I understand the feeling,:~}

 

Submitted by shoe on
Thank you Highhat, for your insightful comment and for saying my poem is cherry worthy, thats very kind.:~}

 

Submitted by Kahdai on
:)

"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "

Submitted by Beeme on
It took me a while to think of what to comment- I was speechless after I finished ready this. Its beauty and sincerity astounded me. The last lines really made me sad, I think, if it can be in a good way, as the poem came together in a very moving way. I really enjoyed. Truly one of the best poems I have read in a while in my opinion. Beeme xx

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Submitted by shoe on
Beeme, thank you so much for coming back to comment, yes it's sad but writing it made me feel better. Such kind words from from someone whose writing I rate very highly are much valued. Shirley x