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Array ( [sid] => 904 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Home Still Exists [time] => 2002-07-22 06:19:57 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Such a comfort there is
in knowing that home still exists.

Where the attic is filled with my toys
and the aspen trees are inscribed with
the name of my first love, encircled in a heart.
The signature is still white but magnified
by the years since my innocence.

Where the earth still carries a slight indent
on the spot where I dug for buried treasure.
All I found were bits of old china,
blue, plastic shards and a little, white stone.
To me it seemed like time well spent.

Where the wood on the window sill
is polished dark and smooth.
I sat there for hours and stared at the moon,
tracing with my finger the pattern of stars
thinking of poetry, cute boys and visits from Mars.

Where the rock pile remains
in the heat of the sun,
rose quartz, mica, granite and lime.
An amateur geologist once perched on top
searching for a precious find.

Where the grove of birch trees
are marked by my cat
two pairs of four slashes, side by side
The deeply carved warning,
his totem sign.

Where the old gourd still swings on its rusty wire
dappled by leave-filtered sun
A mother and daughter once sat below,
two birders in the know,
waiting for the wren to return.
She always comes home.
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Home Still Exists

Contributed by carrie on Monday, 22nd July 2002 @ 06:19:57 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



Such a comfort there is
in knowing that home still exists.

Where the attic is filled with my toys
and the aspen trees are inscribed with
the name of my first love, encircled in a heart.
The signature is still white but magnified
by the years since my innocence.

Where the earth still carries a slight indent
on the spot where I dug for buried treasure.
All I found were bits of old china,
blue, plastic shards and a little, white stone.
To me it seemed like time well spent.

Where the wood on the window sill
is polished dark and smooth.
I sat there for hours and stared at the moon,
tracing with my finger the pattern of stars
thinking of poetry, cute boys and visits from Mars.

Where the rock pile remains
in the heat of the sun,
rose quartz, mica, granite and lime.
An amateur geologist once perched on top
searching for a precious find.

Where the grove of birch trees
are marked by my cat
two pairs of four slashes, side by side
The deeply carved warning,
his totem sign.

Where the old gourd still swings on its rusty wire
dappled by leave-filtered sun
A mother and daughter once sat below,
two birders in the know,
waiting for the wren to return.
She always comes home.




Copyright © carrie ... [ 2002-07-22 06:19:57]
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Re: Home Still Exists (User Rating: 1 )
by Chrissie on Monday, 22nd July 2002 @ 07:55:45 AM AEST
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The imagery is beautiful...there's so much warmth here...you have a lot of talent Carrie
Chrissie x


Re: Home Still Exists (User Rating: 1 )
by Terry_Stephen_Driscoll on Wednesday, 24th July 2002 @ 08:44:09 PM AEST
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This is great Carrie - cojuring wonderful pictures through your description - I loved it - simply excellent!
Best regards
Terry


Re: Home Still Exists (User Rating: 1 )
by Patricia_Petro on Sunday, 28th July 2002 @ 12:03:43 PM AEST
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Hi Carrie,
I've been away from YPD too long...trying to play catch up. Read your poems bottom to top and wanted to comment on all...you have so much talent...but THIS one...the last one here...just floored me. Your imagery was so powerful, it flooded me with my own childhood memories. Love your stuff, honestly. Keep writing.
~Pat




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