Point of Origin

Cherry

By JamesF

Sun, 13 Oct 2013
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This is the street 
where you once lived
held as a child 
in a neighbourhood 
you loved to be.   
 
The green leaves 
unfurled each spring 
like new born 
twitching fingers
as you aged too.   
 
You grew away 
from these memories 
lived on streets 
you can no longer 
remember existed.   
 
No fixed address 
is not a bad thing 
but your mind still 
wheels its way 
back to that street.   
 
Your point of origin 
stands as a symbol, 
a haven created 
over time, whose hour 
hand never stops.   
 
Take a walk back 
to reacquaint your 
senses with place 
known from the womb 
where subconsciousness   
 
Resides, where home 
is concrete truth, 
part of self, prone
to change, grown 
from the same seed.     
 
JRTF 
10/10/2013
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Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Good, reflective piece, James. I related very well. Occasionally I'll take a subway ride to the negihborhood where I was born and raised. And though i haven't lived there for almost 45 years, I'm always drawn back. It's like some force of nature I can't control. Well done here.

Rich

 

Submitted by maggyvaneijk on

Love that last stanza

 

Submitted by JamesF on

Many thanks, guys :)

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Really liked this. I like how you broke the sentences up into short lines (being a lazy reader!)  Where I was born is thousands of miles away but in my mind I wheel back there, yes, and memory and senses have it. Your poem has a lovely coming home feel as well as a slight loneliness. 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Interesting thoughts, smoothly written. Rhiannon