by Richie Montalbo
Member since:
February 19, 2008

I keep on coming back

April 22, 2008 08:17 PM UTC (Updated: April 22, 2008 10:29 PM UTC)
views: 0 | comments: 19

No cables

No signature labels

No presidential tables

But I keep on coming back

 

No aircons

No recreations

No healthy conversations

But I keep on coming back to this

 

I keep on coming back to this house

My feet keep on leading me to this door

Tramping this floor

Keep on plopping on this shabby sofa

Keep on eating this same old food

Keep on sleeping on this creaking bed

 

To this fifteen year old house

I keep on coming back

No luck

No luster

Just this group of people

With different hearts

Pumping the same blood

Makes my heart heal

Makes me come back

Comments: 19

Janet B. Apr 22, 2008, 8:46pm UTC
Very Nice Richie.
Dorothy H. Apr 22, 2008, 8:48pm UTC
HMMM. Nice! 10!
Alison H. Apr 22, 2008, 9:41pm UTC
It sounds like you have good friends, but it's not exactly where you'd like to be
Susan B. Apr 22, 2008, 10:15pm UTC
We do all get in our ruts :)
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Kamran Q. Apr 23, 2008, 3:57am UTC
You're so right, Richie!
Vinson T. Apr 23, 2008, 5:24am UTC
Great poem. Thanks for sharing ;)
What a really good poem. What a pleasant surprise to find out it was the house when you (well at least me:) were thinking it was a person all along. Thank you.
Mike Ellwood Apr 25, 2008, 2:22pm UTC
The house, the community that heals the heart. How we all need somewhere like that. Good poem.
Sujata (friendly 'Suji' ) S. Apr 26, 2008, 9:25am UTC
Good thought after lining hearts to heal !!!
Tracey W. Apr 27, 2008, 12:38pm UTC
Certainly a new take on the gilded cage. Very well done.
Wanda H. Apr 28, 2008, 12:01am UTC
Family is family no matter the circumstance. Great poem.
Kathy W. Apr 28, 2008, 12:07am UTC
Yes, we create our own cages. Sometimes they are cages of culture; or of habit; or of (smiling here) love. We create the cage of love, which creates a life, filled, stuffed, burdened with...those we love.

Welcome to the sofa. Same' ole food. Hearts that beat as one.
Blessings on your contin-uinity.
Wilka
lynn a. Apr 28, 2008, 9:37am UTC
I liked your poem. I can easily see continuing to go back to a place where hearts beat as one.
Austin Cushing Apr 28, 2008, 5:46pm UTC
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Patti M. Apr 30, 2008, 3:37pm UTC
Hearts beating as one. This is such an important image. We can stand or take a lot when we have love. Great poem.

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