His Houses
he has grown through a home
of late night car’s purring,
of drunken returns
and of mother’s hushed ‘shhh’.
He has grown through the roof;
he has shot out through it
though he can sniff the smells
of the childhood household;-
a blend of dust, stale plates,
wet bed sheets and hard drinks.
He has out grown many things.
Still
he returns early
from his work everyday
with a secret fear that
he may find on arrival;-
he has no house standing
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Comments: 57
Have a Great & powerful day W/J!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A good portrait
Blessings and best wishes - S.
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You've invited me to your wonderful effort here; this finely crafted artful stab at things so prevalent. It's the very stuff that laps up on all of our shores, and for some, what make the tides work.
If I may add my response to the other Gatherites:
Ann says: "The child has surpassed his parents." and Ade adds in the only 'speak' I'm capable of (working at clarity):
The fear of history possibly repeating itself through the now adult child, follows closely into ones own home, ones own marriage or relationship, especially as parents.
Those old remaining shards of love (and hate, or indifference) for our mother or father, whether still present in our lives, or imagined and romanticized, act like hungry ghosts.
Perhaps the dance is to feed the ghosts what they weren't able to learn. I try to live my life from the "dead-center" of my experience, trial and error, the best way I know how, towards wellness, hell, let's go for joy.
The long haul, is in trying to stay compassionate, 'porous' for the 'very human'; that which is misdirected or lost. To try and not fall into a closed circuit rigidity of the survivor; "past life, moving on, I've paid my dues, they'll figure it out, just look at what I've overcome!, I'm outta here!". Cause we never are.
Surviving in life is to become a responsible Veteran of foreign war.
Peace is the end game. And to return to a house still standing.
Poet Kushal, you're asking us to think and feel. You're a poet!
Jesus Love You Too!!!!!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwritng
Gave you a 10.
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
Thanks so much!
Your stories emerge from just a few words. You are truly an artist.
Thanks.
way behind but wanted to comment that this is so realistic, my late father drank alot when I was growing up and I never knew what I was going home to from school