this room seems to ear and eye
when trudging back after a long
and challenging trip.
The spaces are narrow
and confining.
The colors seem faded and
hidden even more
by the dust that floats
in the air of the sunbeams
that fall through the window.
Are these the walls
that once sheltered
and comforted me and
protected each confidence?
Why that odd painting
above the fireplace?
Oh yes, it belonged to
Granny and we saved it.
Why is it so quiet here?
Where did the life go?
How can the world
grow and change and
yet this place ignores
and stays the same?
How changed am I.
Each time I fit less and less.
This time I am afraid
I may fit no more.
"this time I may fit no more" Poignant and powerful!!! Such a terrifying thought that one no longer fits in their own life?!
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SueAnn
Tabor, this is so good. So deep and brings a lot of thoughts to mind. Some of the thoughts I even compared to visiting home after being gone for a while. Thought of visiting my grandmother - years later. It was like stepping back in time.
ReplyDeleteOh beautiful! Very descriptive and emotive.
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xxm
Why they say, "you can't go home again".
ReplyDeleteSuch powerful imagery, like dreaming of familiar spaces and yet odd and distant. Life moving on.
ReplyDeleteCompelling and powerful indeed. I'd send it to the grandson who is on his way to the Afghanistan, but I think he would blow it off with the thoughtlessness of youth.
ReplyDeleteIt evokes the strangeness and awareness of growing through experiences and the travails of life. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteIn 3 weeks I will be back home with my distant mother and brothers...this feeling of not belonging is familiar.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem. Don't we all look through different eyes as the decades pass? Can you imagine being content with a 1970s wardrobe or a 1950 turquoise and black kitchen?
ReplyDeleteI got genes from two pioneering families, so am always wondering what is over the next hill. My husband, on the other hand, is very content with sameness. And, yet we are happy.
So neat that you are a poet!
The title tells all.
ReplyDeleteA very clever and moving account of what must be an almost universal experience. Another piece of armour for the next time it occurs.
ReplyDeleteIsn't that the truth.
ReplyDeleteWe change and I feel that is good. Change implies growth, which I see as positive.
I saw the word 'adaptation' in your last post.
Another good thing. Be true to yourself and you will always 'fit'.
amazing words.
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You hit on a feeling I often have too. Life begins to feel like a dream after we've been living it this long. Rooms and other settings are like photographs that remind us of our former lives. I love the way you matched the photo's surreal quality with the words.
ReplyDeleteI was actually thinking of a solider returning to the 'normal' life but I also had an image in my mind of how I felt when I returned home after many years of being away.
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