Reflecting and Rebuilding

Considering refurbishingchildhood home Unrecognizable nownumerous makeoversand even re-purposing But my heart is investedand well, I can see potentialand, oh…I know it will take work All the walls I’ve torn downand the excess furnitureand how I’ve imagined duplicity Is this folly on my partthis revisionist thinkingsee…I’m sure there is treasure hidden amongst the forgottenburied perhaps in […]

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Finding Home

Do we have to be awayto find home? Not the mortgagedtwo cars in the drivewaydouble-income kind of dwelling I’m talking peacein the heart, comfortin the soul, blessed home I have felt Presencein nature, witnessed Spiritin a newborn’s eyes beheld reverence in a dyingsister’s final breath – fleetingglimpses, nothing solid I seek an eternal senseof belonging, […]

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Moving

The rumble of men’s voicesgrunting shifts beneathheavy wooden furnishings The transition is underwayBroom and cloth at handI hover out of sight Will erase each vestige of usbless this passage, prepareto welcome the new. (Moving day! Prewritten for Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt: transition. Image mine.We will not have access to the internet for a few days. […]

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Possessive Tints

Paint, we vowed, would negate the haunting, make the house our own – selected with care: sage green and dust of pink – sanded and scraped, pulled back baseboards… same colours there – ghosts had penetrated our psyches.

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True

Where peace keep you, there the soul plays – Ask the sun her best day, the flower, her mind – open one moment, though another away. We live star-eyed, fill our home find a little fun – Game must be nice, like you please, sister, promised positive. (Fridays, I visit Magnetic Poetry online for inspiration.)

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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 Renovation 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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Moving

Outside, clouds hover, heavy, threatening. Inside, men haul – china cabinet, weathered couch – accumulation marking years, exiting under duress echoes fill in the spaces scent of soured sweat lingers kitchen counters glare, empty layers of our lives stripped away our vacated shell, an emotional tug Is it fear?  Sorrow? What was it all about […]

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Storing Energy

Comfortable is the state I aspire to today – lounging pants, a weathered tee, and a pace to match. Tomorrow, we prepare: finish up packing, load the vehicle, await the signal – the house is ours! Small town living is the setting of choice – Stonetown – quaint shops, cottages of lime, a river running […]

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A Cup of Tea

My husband and I recently returned from a trip to the US, and as usual, the first thing I wanted on return was a cup of tea.  It is the one thing – next to my own bed- that I miss the most  when I am away. What is it about a cup of tea? […]

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