This poem is a portal, placing me there along the water, in touch with my own nostalgia and grief. Like the lament that rises up from time to time, even in unexpected places, this piece is a new friend I can come to again and again; a place to hold space for all those unexpressed longings. Thanks for writing and sharing it with us.
“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.” C.S. Lewis.
These are the words I was reminded of when I read “homesick for a place I have never been.”
I love this! Yes, very much yes, to your opening question.
also
"And while I wouldn’t
go back, I don’t know what to
do with the memories or the
parts of me, seemingly attached
to them; now ghosts, dust, sand."
-- I'm not sure what to do with the memories either...I can't quite put them away enough to fully move on in a few specific contexts that arise from living a long stretch in a small town --
A poet will find a poem anywhere..... this recollection is remarkable, Rachel. And so very true....
I have a quote in my commonplace book from W. Somerset Maugham and your reflection reminded me of it:
"Men and women are not only themselves; they are also the region in which they were born, the city apartment or farm in which they learned to walk, the games they played as children... the schools they attended...the poems they read, and the God they believed in." From 'The Razor's Edge.'
I know you're also pondering the loss of things in the past that cannot be recovered and over which we should grieve--something I can relate to--but also trying to communicate what it's like to be missing the DNA of where we grew up--So Cal I believe. ((waxing too poetic here, sorry. your words have prompted it.))
This poem is a portal, placing me there along the water, in touch with my own nostalgia and grief. Like the lament that rises up from time to time, even in unexpected places, this piece is a new friend I can come to again and again; a place to hold space for all those unexpressed longings. Thanks for writing and sharing it with us.
“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.” C.S. Lewis.
These are the words I was reminded of when I read “homesick for a place I have never been.”
Just a thought.
wow.
So beautiful! I so love this!
So good. Thank you for sharing 🧡
Beautiful!
Vivid, touching, beautiful.
Thank you 💛
I feel every bit of this! So much of life is needing to wash my face and leave the sackcloth behind while I do the necessary living in front of me.
I love this! Yes, very much yes, to your opening question.
also
"And while I wouldn’t
go back, I don’t know what to
do with the memories or the
parts of me, seemingly attached
to them; now ghosts, dust, sand."
-- I'm not sure what to do with the memories either...I can't quite put them away enough to fully move on in a few specific contexts that arise from living a long stretch in a small town --
A poet will find a poem anywhere..... this recollection is remarkable, Rachel. And so very true....
I have a quote in my commonplace book from W. Somerset Maugham and your reflection reminded me of it:
"Men and women are not only themselves; they are also the region in which they were born, the city apartment or farm in which they learned to walk, the games they played as children... the schools they attended...the poems they read, and the God they believed in." From 'The Razor's Edge.'
I know you're also pondering the loss of things in the past that cannot be recovered and over which we should grieve--something I can relate to--but also trying to communicate what it's like to be missing the DNA of where we grew up--So Cal I believe. ((waxing too poetic here, sorry. your words have prompted it.))
NorCal, and yes!
Yes