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My Memory, My Home.

The hills, shrouded in mist, rise from the field
No knowing where they start or end
All that is certain is the sun and the moon
On this lands existence I heavily depend.

The forest awaits at the mountains doorstep
A great rolling mass of deep, soulful green
They understand the others silence and intense thoughts
They each know what the other has seen.

The bright green grass gives way beneath my feet
Everything is so clear despite the deceiving mist
I know this land well, for I have been here before
And I know deep in my heart that it exists.

This is a memory, incredibly strong and true
Of what, I have but one notion; it is my home
A place where I belong, it resides within me
This place is the only place where I am not alone.

Someday I will return to this place of happiness
For I know it is real, because this is a memory
A memory of sadness and a memory that saves me
The place that I return to in times of misery.

In my heart there is a sense of longing
For this place that seems to make me whole
Where the sun and moon shines together
This place that I have locked deep in my soul.

It is a memory from a distant life
Somewhere I've been and somewhere I roamed
A sense of belonging I only get while remembering
For it is my oldest memory, it's my home.

Author notes

Option 8

I don't tell many about this memory, it's very strange you see. I miss that place and I don't know where or what it is, but I do know that somehow it's real and it's where I belong and will return one day. Like I said; it's my home. It's the only place I truly belong and I miss it like a fish misses water in its last dying moments; I smile in a sad kind of way when I think of it, even though I don't understand.
It's so confusing so I'll shut up now, but please don't reply and say you understand and know how I feel, because chances are you don't, I'm not looking for other people to understand, just looking to understand myself.
I'll go away now =P

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  • smonte19124 gold member
    January 22

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    Brilliant

    This excellent write snagged my attention from the first word held me captivated throughout and made me sorry it had to end. You are a very talented mature artist and I loved everything about this poem. Thank you for sharing your dream that is a part of who you are. God Bless, Jo-Ann


    • Peachy
      January 22
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      Why thank you!
      I'm really glad you liked it.
      Thanks again!


  • HeavensNewestAngel
    December 4, 2008

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    This is a great poem you wrote on memories of your home. Thank you for sharing and best of luck in my contest!


  • Tercil gold member
    October 13, 2008

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    You speak of the wide open spaces as a nature lover, and is filled with all the smells of the damp, autumn, as it is nbow, and very illustrous feel I must say. enjoyed.


  • owlish
    October 8, 2008
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    Please check over the rules in my contest. Name and option in AN. Then I'll comment for reals.


    • Peachy
      October 9, 2008
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      Oooops sorry
      My computer was being stupid, it must have skipped over my edit, I'll do it now.


  • xSarahx
    September 30, 2008

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    It kind of sounds like Ireland if you ask me. It's very rainy/damp there, so it could explain the mist. And the hills, and green, green grass. Very descriptive! Hopefully you find where this place is, then you can really feel at ease!


  • Rock-Junkie
    September 2, 2008

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    nice memory. yeah, having some place to call your "home" - where you can go and feel secure, as well as happy, is a good feeling. you painted a great imagery with this write. Great job and good luck in my contest!!

  • Sky Prince Ireland gold member
    September 2, 2008
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    Very nice. Deep in thought and everything. Thanks for entering my contest. Good luck.
    Brian


  • myusikah
    August 16, 2008

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    Wow. I thought that was pretty good. I was about halfway through the poem when I figured out it rhymed. I think that's a good thing to make the rhyming not obvious, cause then it seems that it's all natural....(wait, you don't actually talk in rhyme, do you? lol jk)
    But yeah, this is a good shot. I enjoyed reading that. I love the 2, 3, and 4th stanzas - in my opinion those were the best, and I agree, mist is decieving, yet you can look past it like a clear window.
    I enjoyed reading this, and it's your home, so i figure it must mean a lot to you.
    Thanks for sharing!
    -->pia♫♪

  • AngelOfDarkness88
    August 16, 2008

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    Sometimes...our souls just dont seem to belong in the places we are....sounds like yours longs for its true place of belonging....I hope you find it...


  • Medina Regal
    August 16, 2008

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    this is great.
    i like the longness an the lonely feeling you put as you were away from that place an the strong ending that leaves you breathless

    thanks an youll get out of my contest with a good note fo sho


  • Commodore Rouge
    August 11, 2008

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    This is very cool! I don't understand why the judge of this contest wouldn't understand this piece; it's very clear to me, whether you want to believe I've never been there or not--everyone has those feelings one time or another, especially when they can't place their finger upon what it is that they're missing. I see myself in these words when I read this, guiding me back to the times when I knew who I was, before I found myself again. Hopefully the judge of the contest comes to realization of what this means. I did.


  • Lsh-x
    August 11, 2008

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    With all honesty i had to read this twice to properly understand the meaning, but i can see the meaning.
    The place you long to be; the missing piece, is your home.

    i loved how you ended on such a strong note.

    'It is a memory from a distant life
    Somewhere I've been and somewhere I roamed
    A sense of belonging I only get while remembering
    For it is my oldest memory, it's my home.'

    Good luck and well done.


  • pop123
    August 10, 2008
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    I m not sure what you have written about but maybe some one else will.Thanks for sharing.

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