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Array ( [sid] => 144324 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => when I come home... [time] => 2008-08-02 14:11:37 [hometext] => this felt good to write...not exactly sure what it's about though...but then again I'm not sure what any of my poems are about [bodytext] => And when I come home,
I am here, like an infant’s intent
upon his mother–a father can only glide into it,
holding his son’s thin fingers with the care of an elder,

but we are each aware
of the isolated bright specks
in our eyes. We each
duly share a complexity within
complexity–for to understand
the eternal bond of fate is to die
into birth.

Come fetch the diluted booming,
the frank stampeding silence,
wavering into the depths of darkness–a stone
chipped against another is only a fragment of earth
which responds to the moment’s undercurrent,

I break loose, stumbling
through each veil and stir
its filaments. One,
only one crippled discovery waits
to be found, and like a river
never is itself
more than once.

We may step through and feel
its cool wetness, breathe in its fresh mist, and feel
only once, and again
fill our hands with its grace, wither into new directions–Our point
is its own counterpoint,
our pail, a prison–our hands,
our wealth. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 257 [topic] => 73 [informant] => zenmind [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
when I come home...

Contributed by zenmind on Saturday, 2nd August 2008 @ 02:11:37 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract



And when I come home,
I am here, like an infant’s intent
upon his mother–a father can only glide into it,
holding his son’s thin fingers with the care of an elder,

but we are each aware
of the isolated bright specks
in our eyes. We each
duly share a complexity within
complexity–for to understand
the eternal bond of fate is to die
into birth.

Come fetch the diluted booming,
the frank stampeding silence,
wavering into the depths of darkness–a stone
chipped against another is only a fragment of earth
which responds to the moment’s undercurrent,

I break loose, stumbling
through each veil and stir
its filaments. One,
only one crippled discovery waits
to be found, and like a river
never is itself
more than once.

We may step through and feel
its cool wetness, breathe in its fresh mist, and feel
only once, and again
fill our hands with its grace, wither into new directions–Our point
is its own counterpoint,
our pail, a prison–our hands,
our wealth.




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Re: when I come home... (User Rating: 1 )
by girltranscended on Wednesday, 28th October 2009 @ 06:50:18 PM AEST
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First off, how are there no comments on this? Are ye readers blind? When you come home you share a complexity... yes! All in our own way, if we realize it. "Come fetch the diluted booming" = my favorite line. DILUTE D BOOMING... hmmmm. been there. Silence can say alot. " A river never is itself more than once" is a line worthy of (Thoreau or Emerson in my highly held opinion) a wordsmith. Beautiful. The whole poem could have been just that line. It speaks to everything we are, and will be, with work!
I love your line breaks. Through each veil, yes, layers, life! Every second a miracle, if you notice. "Wither into new directions"??? Expand man, you already are!


Re: when I come home... (User Rating: 1 )
by allforyou on Tuesday, 3rd August 2010 @ 12:49:57 PM AEST
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First of all, great write.
Second, I wanted to thank you for your support in the past. When I first joined the site 5 1/2 years ago this was my only way of reaching out to anyone, and your comments always left me feeling understood (finally). So thanks.

-Kara


Re: when I come home... (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Sunday, 20th July 2014 @ 11:54:19 PM AEST
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beautifully written with lovely imagery,

hugs n' love nessa




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