
Home Is Where You Are, Not Where You Were
Home, but
no one’s here.
Radio’s on, making
noise like a paint distorted day.
We were a busy array back when.
All that entering and
exiting through the door.
Just for a while.
Just for forever. Racing
in and out of our own tapestry.
Where are those words
we pushed aside.
It’s a madness of time,
and flapping about
like brittle-boned birds.
Hear it?
I hear it.
Yesterday’s voice.
We. All. Entering and exiting
as if forever is just for a while.
Written for Miz Quickly’s 11 August “free day” and dVerse Poets “Outside Looking In” prompts. Shared with @Miz_Quickly and @dversepoets #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021. Image is from Twitter’s Abandoned Places.
8 responses to “Miz Quickly’s 11 August”
Racing in and out of our own tapestry is so perfectly true, it is genius. 🙂
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Thank you!
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I too like the tapestry line… Especially noting that I know of people who seem to be fraying at their edges.
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😂😂
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This is wonderful Misky. The sounds and images you generate are so evocative of a space of flitting. And I love the tapestry too. Just beautiful.
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Thanks so much!
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Many of the other superlative adjectives have been taken, so let me just say, “Phenomenal”.
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I’m over the moon delighted.
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