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It’s already next week, and I don’t know
what happened to the last one. Routine fanned
wings that never settled onto road bumps,
that never turned to look behind or feel
the call of nostalgia. I want to heed
a call to protest, sure, but also want
to note time full before it passes on,
want images to pull me back to smiles
or tears, relief or gratitude that time was
and we lived it together. No matter how
homeless I am today, I want to know
a homesickness enough for empathy.
I do, I do, if once I touch the ground
find love I lost, still inside safe and sound.
Sumans's Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Nostalgia
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That title is fantastic!!!!!! I know that wanting to note the present before it zips past. Love the closing lines!
ReplyDeleteAt " no matter how homeless" you had me. I was journeying in your words.
ReplyDelete"but also want
ReplyDeleteto note time full before it passes on,
want images to pull me back to smiles
or tears, relief or gratitude that time was
and we lived it together." this space is so familiar to me, i can truly relate....love the title, fantastic...
so beautifully written...the end made me feel like the bird..in 'quest' amazing touching lines Dr Susan
ReplyDeleteMade me realize that homesickness is a version of nostalgia. Very nice!
ReplyDeleteNo matter how
ReplyDeletehomeless I am today, I want to know.... love that line and the title...wow.
Loved the poem, especially the last few lines from "No Matter What."
ReplyDelete"It’s already next week, and I don’t know
ReplyDeletewhat happened to the last one"
Ain't it so. That's how time plays the game. We strive to win it
Happy Wednesday
Much love...
My goodness you had me floored with the title alone!❤️ I love the hint of carpe diem in your words as well as palpable longing to go back into time. Especially touched by these lines; "No matter how homeless I am today, I want to know a homesickness enough for empathy. I do, I do, if once I touch the ground find love I lost, still inside safe and sound."❤️ Beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
From the beautiful title to the very end, your words pulled me along for the ride. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThere's a sweetness, a longing, a truth in this poem that I love. Beautiful writing Susan.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful nostalgic poem this is Susan with such visual longing.
ReplyDeleteI always love the deep thoughtfulness and self-awareness of your poetry, combined with tugs on the heart-strings. You've done it again – so economically and so (apparently) naturally.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a heartfelt poem, Susan. Though wanting time to protest (and how well I understand this) there is also the pull back to the smiles of the past. I think we have to straddle both worlds - past and present. And finding love one lost, now THAT is poignant.
ReplyDeletea very warm and beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteIt always seems like "Friday," to me. It seems yesterday was "Friday," today is "Friday," and tomorrow will be "Friday." Perhaps I live the movie Groundhog Day? Loved your poem.
ReplyDelete"I want to heed a call to protest"
ReplyDeleteSometimes I do too, but mostly I want to write poetry. That, too, is a form of protest, don't you think?
Maybe it's time to release a dove instead of a raven?
ReplyDeleteThe sprig of olive tree she brings back is balm for nostalgia's woes...