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Posted by shoe on April 26, 2010 - 12:26
from the ABC set They don't mean to, but they do

There are no graves to visit, that I know of,
no well loved view or favourite haunt.
Just sticky black macadam to the vanishing point.

There is no home - town - turf - stead,
No one place, no one, to return to.
We carried our roots in our bones, our blood, our guts.
We saw a new world every day through weary eyes
and no one spoke our names.

Your bones grow old inside me, become solid, stone.
I love you too much to leave you here.
Where then, am I to lay to rest - the ghosts, the bones, the flowers?
There is no place, you gave me none.

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Comments

Kahdai | April 26, 2010 - 16:31

It may not be important yet yet there is always a place. Lovely thought-creating poem shoe. K xx

kheldar | April 27, 2010 - 22:52

I have to be honest and say this is one of the most, if not the most, moving things I have ever read.

The circumstances behind your poem are doubtless different, but as Fish so eloquently put it:

"Home is where the heart lies
Buy if the heart lies, where is home?"

Being a free spirit is great in its way, but I guess every sailor needs a home port at some stage.

Anyway, don't let my mindless waffle get in the way of the real deal here, this poem is just brilliant.

David xx :--)

shoe | April 28, 2010 - 10:18

It's so good to have you back, I've missed the way you read the content rather than the technicalities,
(just as well for I'm crap at techie stuff!)

I once told a friend that roots are people, now I'm not so sure.
Anyway enough self pitying and navel gazing, for the sun shines here and I hope it's shining on you today,

xxxx

Kahdai | April 28, 2010 - 16:20

Yes & I once thought fish was right, now I want an empty ocean all for me & mine, ofshore of my home country though ofcourse! Ah, I contradict myself just thinking about it ;) xxx

Highhat | May 2, 2010 - 19:37

I ,too think this is beautiful though restless. I believe we are each others roots and that we do need a place and space. This poem makes me think of fugitives on the run like refugees almost also metaphorically as the inner self. It has it all, love desolation isolation. I think it must have been a mishap that you didn't get cherry picked with this one. xx kind regards

shoe | May 3, 2010 - 13:00

Thanks Kahdai, you might get lonely in an empty ocean but I understand the feeling,:~}

shoe | May 3, 2010 - 13:02

Thank you Highhat, for your insightful comment and for saying my poem is cherry worthy, thats very kind.:~}

Kahdai | May 5, 2010 - 18:15

:)

Beeme | May 16, 2010 - 10:27

It took me a while to think of what to comment- I was speechless after I finished ready this. Its beauty and sincerity astounded me. The last lines really made me sad, I think, if it can be in a good way, as the poem came together in a very moving way. I really enjoyed. Truly one of the best poems I have read in a while in my opinion.

Beeme xx

shoe | May 17, 2010 - 10:37

Beeme, thank you so much for coming back to comment,
yes it's sad but writing it made me feel better. Such kind words from from someone whose writing I rate very highly are much valued.

Shirley x