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Array ( [sid] => 121427 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Homecoming [time] => 2006-06-07 07:32:51 [hometext] => The moment of change is the only poem. ~ Adrienne Rich [bodytext] =>

Coming back here, its so surreal,
I’m not sure what I’m supposed to feel
Familiar things I recognise,
But not the look in my own eyes
Scarier still, those things unchanged,
Or those just slightly rearranged
Taunting me that my own life
Is little more than dreams.

That old bum,still on the park bench,
From across the road I catch his stench
This shop that hasn’t seen a lick of paint,
A wreck that’s just this side of quaint
Though the movie house is now a mall
For shoppers who "want it all!"
But all I want is a sense of place
That I lost many years ago.

I’m just not sure what I’m to do,
A stranger to this new milieu
No longer a part of the reality
That nurtured and moulded me
What am I supposed to think,
When I realise I’m out of synch
With everyone and everything
In a town that went its way?

Remnants of family still remain,
For this prodigal son to try and regain
And some friends too from way back then,
I never thought I’d see them again
And somewhere beyond feeling strange,
A sense that things are meant to change
So when folks ask if I’m here to stay,
I say 'No. I’m here to remember'.
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Homecoming

Contributed by spike on Wednesday, 7th June 2006 @ 07:32:51 AM in AEST
Topic: Nostalgic

Coming back here, its so surreal,
I’m not sure what I’m supposed to feel
Familiar things I recognise,
But not the look in my own eyes
Scarier still, those things unchanged,
Or those just slightly rearranged
Taunting me that my own life
Is little more than dreams.

That old bum,still on the park bench,
From across the road I catch his stench
This shop that hasn’t seen a lick of paint,
A wreck that’s just this side of quaint
Though the movie house is now a mall
For shoppers who "want it all!"
But all I want is a sense of place
That I lost many years ago.

I’m just not sure what I’m to do,
A stranger to this new milieu
No longer a part of the reality
That nurtured and moulded me
What am I supposed to think,
When I realise I’m out of synch
With everyone and everything
In a town that went its way?

Remnants of family still remain,
For this prodigal son to try and regain
And some friends too from way back then,
I never thought I’d see them again
And somewhere beyond feeling strange,
A sense that things are meant to change
So when folks ask if I’m here to stay,
I say 'No. I’m here to remember'.

Copyright Â© spike ... [ 2006-06-07 07:32:51]
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Re: Homecoming (User Rating: 1 )
by sadaddy on Wednesday, 7th June 2006 @ 07:49:01 AM AEST
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Homecomings are a time to reflect on day’s gone bye, changes are an increasingly part of our lives. Great write.

sadaddy

Re: Homecoming (User Rating: 1 )
by ham323 on Wednesday, 7th June 2006 @ 10:39:08 AM AEST
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Things remembered can be sad.
When you're gone for so long it does seem like a lifetime of change can occur.
"I’m just not sure what I’m to do,
A stranger to this new milieu
No longer a part of the reality
That nurtured and moulded me" -- Very good.

Re: Homecoming (User Rating: 1 )
by bronzen on Wednesday, 7th June 2006 @ 03:41:55 PM AEST
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that was a good poem

Re: Homecoming (User Rating: 1 )
by Fionndruinne on Wednesday, 7th June 2006 @ 07:03:42 PM AEST
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This is a fine poem, and really reverberated with me, seeing as I'm currently living near the place I spent the first nineteen years of my life... empty fields now completely erased and reshaped, with track housing being put in. It's a bit sad, but it also brings home just how effective change is, how much we move through life to new places.

Excellent work! The quote is enlightening as well.

Andrew

Re: Homecoming (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 8th June 2006 @ 11:52:48 AM AEST
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You, sir, have masterfully penned the forever global "chicken or the egg" dilemma of change! Where the heck are the drive in theaters 'n' the speakers we hung in the windows of our cars? Fantastic work, Spike.

wabl
KenMoore
cowboy

Re: Homecoming (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Friday, 9th June 2006 @ 10:07:53 PM AEST
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I'm hugely nostalgic, but have always thought nostalgia has an ample amount of bittersweetness embedded in it in a way that I can't quite manage to express. I've always wanted to believe that one can go home again... I guess, though, we'll never be the same when we return. That's ok... it's good, even... it's a matter of growth really --- but, yet... somehow... the sadness that comes of knowing as much cannot ever be fully overlooked.

The place remains as does our ability to return to it - but neither it or us will ever be the same again. Something (and I hesitate to even put this on the page here - because doing so makes it somehow unavoidably real) has been lost and cannot be recovered. Yeh.... going home again.... is bittersweet. And if I didn't already know as much --- you're write would have made me realize as much. Heart tugging it is, Spike. Indeed.

~Snemmy

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