WORLDS APART!

This is very moving Jenny. So eloquently put into words.

;)Pia

An interesting piece Jenny.
A bit cryptic for me…

A happy childhood, part of an extended family,
contrasted with today’s loneliness?
Yet what does “on the threshold of a new beginning
I was carried on that faithful day” allude to?
Was it when you left your home in Somerset Terrace?

Where you have -
“so then why! did those sweet feelings change?”
I’d be tempted to go for :
So then why! Why, did those sweet feelings change?

“desperation wondering what might have been,
suspicion building lost locked
in dispassionate dispute,
I will never know the answers!”
I’m not sure we even know the questions :O)

Yet, overall, a powerful piece and perhaps all the better for its mysteries.

Hi Mangone,

I will explain this piece to you. Back in 1979, when
I got married for the first time, we bought a house
in Somerset Terrace, it was a beautiful house, my
Father was a builder and so completely renovated it,
ready for us to move into.

I recently had the opportunity of going back to visit
the old house, only to discover that it no longer
exists and a horrible car park, had been put in its
place.

The sweet feelings changed because I found out bad
things about my other half, which caused me to leave.
But that was back in 1983, now we are friends and
have a 27 year old son and I'm very happy now.

It was just so sad to see a house gone, that my dad
had worked so hard on.

Hope this helps you understand the poem better now.

Thankyou for leaving such a nice long comment, it
was good to read.

Jenny.

Hi Pia,

it was really sad, because of the memories of a
house that no longer exists.

Thankyou for reading Pia, I'm very grateful for
your comment.

Jenny.

Hi again Mangone,

I took your advice and put in why! why, thankyou.

Jenny.

new skinner_jennifer
h! jenny, An explosive sound of feelings
here, phones gone again so have leave seat
answer.Maybe lot's of disappointments here.
Suspense life and family. I can identify with,
so much in different ways, almost as if you wrote
the poem for me? Or maybe loss somewhere or of destruction. Or was something demolished?
3rd stanza
So then why! did those sweet feelings change!
stiriing emotions linger bitter-sweet,
casting theri shadows like ghosts,
I am suddenly invisible...others do not see,
the pain an suffering inside of me!
julie xx

Thanks for the explanation Jenny!
It’s rare that mysteries are explained so quickly :O)

It's good to hear that you managed to end up friends with your ex!

Hi julie,

so glad you enjoyed reading this piece and that you
could relate to it, it certainly is sad when houses
are pulled down, especially if you have worked hard
on making it your home.

I think that the best part about this piece is that
now I have written it down here, I can look back
again and think of the fond memories, rather than
the bad ones, if you know what I mean.

Again thanks for reading and your comment.

Jenny.

Thanks for coming back to me Mangone,

sometimes it's good to explain a piece of work in
the comments, because poetic words can sometimes
be confusing.

Thanks again anyway.

Jenny.

new skinner_jennifer
Sorry jenny, I may have interrupted wrong.
I to get confused on word make it rhyme
for a poem. So don't always answer, or give
correct comment.Hope all goes well for you.
I think to, sometime the mind is complicated
thing if we sometimes go back in time, some feel
it inside. Bit like a horror film depends doen't it.
every day someone somewhere is deeply rooted inside
don't you think.
take care julie xx

I thought this was a good but sad poem about change.

I thought it was a well written confessional sort of poem in which you explore the idea of emmotional and physical change. The first two stanza's vividly describe the world of memory.

Standing staring at vacant space
amid the mixed memories...
jangle in my head,
contrasting emotions at my door...
watching silently as on a film,
my own private world
floods my mind...
days started lost in wonder,

kisses sweet as cherry pie
from another time another place,
on the threshold of a new beginning
I was carried on that faithful day,
jocular times...ceilidh merrymaking
families locked together steadfast
never wavering...always resolute,

I like the way that the next two stanzas contrast
with the first two, switching from happinesss and closeness to distance/seperateness. Changes within the poem expressing the theme of change.

so then why! why, did those sweet feelings change?
stirring emotions linger bitter sweet...
casting their shadows like ghosts,
I am suddenly invisible...not able to speak,
my doors are closed...others do not see
the pain and suffering inside me,

desperation wondering what might have been,
suspicion building lost locked
in dispassionate dispute,
I will never know the answers!

And I really liked the last stanza that linked
emmotional change/change within human relationships
to wider/physical changes.

A world forever turning...changing
bricks and mortar are gone,
once my father said...'a labour of love'
now no more an area of beauty,
leafy lanes gone to dust...
all that's left are the memories
of another time together with
a sign that proclaims
Somerset Terrace.

Hi julie,

yes you're right, poetic words really do take their
toll on you sometime, you have to look really deep,
it's something that I'm just discovering.

I used to do a lot of rhyming, but I'm trying to
look deeper, as they say, into the soul. It's a bit
like a journey of discovery and I'm enjoying the
journey.

Thankyou for coming back to me, I appreciate it.

Jenny.

Hello well-wisher,

your comments always amaze me, because you really
are able to look deeply at what you are reading, it's
a rare talant, that I'm only just beginning to get a
hang of. I'm glad that you enjoyed this piece and
that you were able to break it down, so that it
made sense.

I always appreciate anything you have to say, because
your words help a lot.

Thankyou.

Jenny.

It's all been said, Jenny, and I'm sorry I have come so late to it...but in a way, it was an advantage, so that I could read your explanation of the story behind it.

Very poignant, and very well written. Well done;-)

Tina

Thankyou so much Tina, you know another of the sad
things about going back, was to think that the house
survived through two world wars, as well as all the
hard work my father put into it.

Then it was pulled down and for what, 'a car park!'
It just doesn't make sense to me. I think you would
probably feel the same. Oh well, it's a strange old
world isn't it?

Anyway thankyou again for letting me know and also
for reading.

Jenny.