Journey
The curtain drops
your show is over
your last poetry recital-
beautiful faces
all disappear
You pack all your
moments
in the bottom
of your suitcase
cover them with
your memories
a huge
"we will miss you card"
with the signatures
of all your
fellow poets.
you pack all of
them
cover them with
your memories-
piles,piles and
piles of them.
you close the lid
tightly
(you have everything
from a stay abroad)
you head back home.
your show is over
your last poetry recital-
beautiful faces
all disappear
You pack all your
moments
in the bottom
of your suitcase
cover them with
your memories
a huge
"we will miss you card"
with the signatures
of all your
fellow poets.
you pack all of
them
cover them with
your memories-
piles,piles and
piles of them.
you close the lid
tightly
(you have everything
from a stay abroad)
you head back home.
Back home
you unpack.
everything lies in
disarray
exposed,vulnerable,
silent.
But-
you unpack.
everything lies in
disarray
exposed,vulnerable,
silent.
But-
as you rearrange
the new shelves
you have created,
suddenly you notice-
how everything looks
different,
you notice how everyone
has changed-
Even the face in the mirror.
the new shelves
you have created,
suddenly you notice-
how everything looks
different,
you notice how everyone
has changed-
Even the face in the mirror.
Comments
the man in the mirror
I dislike moving and journeys, but love new beginnings. I am like a living paradox!! and this poem is a wonderful mirror!!
Nice!
ill keep my fingers crossed,,shit is tight.
love you, sugar
"Back home
you unpack.
everything lies in
disarray
exposed,vulnerable,
silent." - I know only too well this disoriented state, when you get back home after being away for a while... ^_^
I have to say thanks for the last poem. Got me flowing and I made a new friend..I did not mention my source but I know you are a brother!!
Howz the going?
有积极的态度，考试将成为罚款
put me in your prayers.
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Its hard to move on from "place familiar" for deep within we are afraid to confront the new "individual" that bears no resemblance to the stored perception of what we envisaged ourselves to be.
Very Poignant piece of work...
Much Love
Hope you come to NY You'll be Loved by the art-loving peeps
@actvist,,long story
Lovely poem!!
Journeys bring about change; an avenue to try something different or to start something new.
Things are never quite the same when you get back which is why i don't really like moving.
How are you and how did the exams go?
Hey Honey im back!
@Angel:its about time
@Jackie:thanks dear
how are you, sorry been gone for awhile...been out the country and then became hospitalized...
hope things are still cool....
You begin the journey well knowing at some point in tym it will come to an end but u r never ready for that wen it does happen.
@apr9 not that much,,,settled for awhile though.
so how are you?
Hope I get to know some honest bits about you