It was an early start so I had to rush,get through Friday's hustle and bustle.
Walking in felt so strange,five years to be exact.
There were my mortal pieces and shattered remains.
My rustic wooden picture frames,the oil burners and candle stands,
My precious books,a treasure trove,
Crystal goblets,and Limoges,Fer forge and broken glass.
Those beautiful large ivory lamps that created serene shadows that danced and pranced together with flickering candles round my den were brown...broken craked to the ground.
The cast iron skillets,and copper pans,my tools,some pastels.Looked like hell broken loose.
Was a little numb seeing everything crumpled in crumbs.
That was my house I thought i'd never see again.
I learnt some beautiful things today,
As I watched dark black clouds flee away.
They may have stolen half of my material belongings and scattered irrelevance.Not so irrelevant because each thing has sentimental value and precious memories attached.That broke my already tattered heart.
But I found the greatest gift today,
Great treasure,they can never take away.
My spirituality,faith and beliefs that
are soley mine to keep,
So I lay here weeping liquid tears of joy, precious moments...a new day.
What I found today is mine... and sacred..
A rainbow that's smiling in my heart,and glowing in my soul.
I lost my house...but today...
I've repposessed my true home...
And symbolicaly started picking up my broken pieces,stolen memories and scattered soul again.
Author notes
This is personal.I went into a warehouse where I stored everything when I moved out of my house 5years ago,for the first time.i'm having technical probelms in journal,thats why im ranting and raving in here.
I'm not a poet
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A time to gather broken pieces together, and welcome the phoenix. "crumpled in crumbs" such an expressive phrase! And then to use the word numb with it, building the feeling and the image with the sound repetition. This was very moving.
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Thanks dear
I was numb and frozen.
When I saw the cartons of all my books opened,some strewn on the floor,half my cookery books gone,imagine,even my minorah wasn't there.
These all had such special memories.
But anyway...
Thanks for reading.
S.
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some very thought provoking words here. i love how you expressed yourself in this. Keep on writing.
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Thank you
I needed to cry,and writing a summary with my tears was the only way i culd that day.
I thank you for your time and kind words.
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sometimes writing is the best way to release your feelings. keep on using your gift to inspire others...i'll be reading more of our work.
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Home is ones self, If you are happy there the rest is not important. Such wise words to love by!
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Thanks
Thank you.
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Finding oneself outside of material things I believe is the greatest give God gives us. This is a lesson I learned only a few years ago. I thought I knew who I was until 2005. And I placed my beliefs on where I lived and what I had(which wasn't a hell of a lot). I now know I am a better person for having to beginning anew with only myself as the foundation for who I will become. Your pom tells me you are in this same place. The memories will linger but your spirit will grow and soar. Welcome home.
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Thank you
Thank you.
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