my yesterdays are all packed up
waiting to be moved
into the attic or
forgotten in the basement, waiting
loneliness has left me
no time for sadness
tomorrow's coming with a new job,
new friends, and looking for a new place to live
i wear you around my shoulders
like a warm shawl i think nobody can see
some of your shirts became mine
but i hardly think of you when i'm matching them
i was so afraid to let you in
to let you close enough to break me
but let you in i did
gaining a peace i'd never known
a gift that can never be shattered or stolen
it's here with me always like perpetual perfume
i catch a hint of your cologne
during the inbetweens of dreams
sleepy smiles soften my face as i remember
cardboard box smells fill the apartment
as i trip over packing tape
pictures are safely wrapped
and furniture shipped to your parents
the trip will take 5 days to drive
and I'll be in a place i call home
but i'll always remember when home was truly felt
the space between you and me
where i laid my head to rest
watching you sleep,
that was home, yeah,
you were the only home i'd ever known.
Author notes
moving in 12 days
where do you call home?
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It might give the wrong impression, but the 'Space Between You and Me' would have, in my opinion made a wonderful title, this is a deeply personal and beautiful piece, it is very sad, but kind of haunting, well written and packed full of emotion.
The honesty of your emotions, and the need to be honest is almost uncomfortable, the pain is evident in this piece.
Very very good.
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Queynte
this is deeply personal and re-reading brought a surge of emotion welling back into my throat and behind me eyes. a true tail of my recent journey.
I'm really glad you said this, "The honesty of your emotions, and the need to be honest is almost uncomfortable, the pain is evident in this piece." I do have a painful compulsion to be honest as long as it is of benefit. I believe it is only in becoming transparent and accepting of all that is within that we can move toward wholeness and balance.
As for the title, i already have a poem entitled close to what you suggested, 'the space in between' as a much earlier last year piece.
Thank you for that suggestion though.
k
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Queynte
this is deeply personal and re-reading brought a surge of emotion welling back into my throat and behind me eyes. a true tail of my recent journey.
I'm really glad you said this, "The honesty of your emotions, and the need to be honest is almost uncomfortable, the pain is evident in this piece." I do have a painful compulsion to be honest as long as it is of benefit. I believe it is only in becoming transparent and accepting of all that is within that we can move toward wholeness and balance.
As for the title, i already have a poem entitled close to what you suggested, 'the space in between' as a much earlier last year piece.
Thank you for that suggestion though.
k
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Queynte
this is deeply personal and re-reading brought a surge of emotion welling back into my throat and behind me eyes. a true tail of my recent journey.
I'm really glad you said this, "The honesty of your emotions, and the need to be honest is almost uncomfortable, the pain is evident in this piece." I do have a painful compulsion to be honest as long as it is of benefit. I believe it is only in becoming transparent and accepting of all that is within that we can move toward wholeness and balance.
As for the title, i already have a poem entitled close to what you suggested, 'the space in between' as a much earlier last year piece.
Thank you for that suggestion though.
k
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Queynte
this is deeply personal and re-reading brought a surge of emotion welling back into my throat and behind me eyes. a true tail of my recent journey.
I'm really glad you said this, "The honesty of your emotions, and the need to be honest is almost uncomfortable, the pain is evident in this piece." I do have a painful compulsion to be honest as long as it is of benefit. I believe it is only in becoming transparent and accepting of all that is within that we can move toward wholeness and balance.
As for the title, i already have a poem entitled close to what you suggested, 'the space in between' as a much earlier last year piece.
Thank you for that suggestion though.
k
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Excellant/imaginative
I really like this write. Home is where ever I'm at, at the moment, 'cause I always take myself with me; memories and all. I can hang my hat anywhere, but my 'self' is always near. The State of Washington (& Dreams) Once again, very well done. I've moved almost 40 times in my life, 4 apts in one year, many years ago, so you have my empathy when it comes to moving.
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This is abeautiful and truly awesome piece - so many writers create a wall between them, the words and the reader.
I really can't add anything to these comments, the language is superb and you have captured your feelings perfectly, and for the reader we are completely let in.
An amazing piece.
James
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I detest moving. We managed to stay in our first apartment five years, then moved to our home of 18 years, (where we raised our children) now, this home of five years. I do plan to stay here until... well...I plan to stay planted right here for a while. LOL
I love the metaphors used in this writ poet. The opening lines are somber but beautifully written. An excellent poem that has locomotion.
Much Love ♥
Renee
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renee
thanks for hosting such a contest.
hope it's going well.
thanks for reading.
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This Is quite an emotional right dragon. A vivdly powerful piece of poetry. The picture you have paibted here Is wonderful aswell as moving(no pun Intended)
Thankyou dragon... Well done.
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blueskywonder
thanks for giving a read...hope you are well. will be bye to see your recent work soon. looks like you've been busy.
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