Moving Day

A single, blow-up bed
claims my stake
on this house

mostly empty –
dust remnants
of former occupants
rise at my passage –
I chase them

will precede
settling in

yet, I will not leave
wrapping myself
in these walls

waiting for
the revelation
that this is home.

(Linked to V.J.’s weekly challenge: home.)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

26 thoughts on “Moving Day”

  1. I like how you break up the lines…it creates a nice rhythm to your poetry. I think the use of “renovation” and “revelation” in the same verse/stanza shows good word choice. Since both of these words begin with “r” and have the same number of syllables, it shows a connection between the beginning of the phrase and the end, solidifying the fact that “renovation” is leading to “revelation”.

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  2. I can connect with these thoughts, many emotions are stirring though I am trying to brush them away. My childhood home has always haunted me, still stays with me in my dreams.

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      1. Left behind a lot…each nook and cranny knows my dreams, my thoughts, my moments of sadness that I shared with is an excerpt from my poem:
        That cushioned my lonely moments,
        That nurtured my sweet dreams,
        That provided solace to my disappointments,
        That gave shape to my adventures,
        That inspired me to aspire high.
        My home!

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  3. Having moved some 18 or 19 times during my US Navy career, I so much appreciate the challenges and complexity of moving…and resettling one’s life. I’m so much there with you!

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      1. So much so…excitement, anticipation, angst…and a freshening. A freshening that life has turned a page, and moved to a new chapter. In this period of transition, my friend, I wish you all the best!

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