Home is the word that weighs too much to say Volumes of wistfulness to crush the tongue; A straining lid on tortures locked away, The word is uttered - and the catch is sprung. It paints vignettes of half-remembered scenes, Familiar quiet, between the brash and new, The tongue speaks it, the mind spells what it means, The apex of the spear is driven through. Flightless, we watch the free-scape of the sky, The window seems a picture on the wall; No more dimensions than what meets the eye No other lives but dreams hold us in thrall. When every last defence is stripped away, Home is the word that weighs too much to say.
I know exactly how it feels to spend long spells in hospital...even the rain and wind blowing in your face feel good!!! Speedy recovery...Enjoyed this best wishes Andrea
Home is a place. Home is where you live. Some can never go home. Some have no home. Some search for the home they lost, but never find it. Must be hard being laid up like that. Get well soon, and keep writing!
Excellent write, glad to see that you are back, get well quickly...
God Bless
~Michelle~
Reviewed by ***** ********* (Reader)
Reviewed on January 28, 2004
Glad to read something new from you, Sara, and glad to hear that you are back home! Take it easy, take your convalescence slowly, get better -- that is all that is important!
By the way, excellent musings about home, hearth and the sense of security they provide in a world where "security" lately has become an abstract concept...
Ah yes, home. Thomas Wolfe said we can't go home again, and perhaps we can't, if we've been away too long. I have forgotten home. It's too far in the past. You are lucky. You will be home before you know it, and likely very little will have changed. It's a funny world. We can be tooling along, not particularly thinking of anything, and all of a sudden, the roof falls in. Life is capricious above all. I have been in over 20 automobile accidents, and fallen on ice several times. It's a wonder I'm still able to function at all. We seem to be able to heal ourselves over time. The problem is that we live in such a franticly paced times that we aren't able to easily cope with lying in a hospital bed recuperating. I hope you can leave yours soon.
You've expressed your depth of feeling, conveyed what it's like, so well, Sara.
Beautiful sonnet.
I wish you speedy recovery and this phase, mere memory.
Helga
Flightless, we watch the free-scape of the sky,
The window seems a picture on the wall;
Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
Reviewed on January 28, 2004
"The window seems a picture on the wall;
No more dimensions than what meets the eye" <--
GREAT lines..and a Masterful SONNET...Praying for a speedy recovery for you..
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I'm glad your recuperation is progressing handily. :)
glad to see you back.
Nice poetry, speedy recovery
Poetical expression to enrich the coffers of Poetry's Crown.
Healthy Long Life, Poet!
Thank You for being a bricklayer in the building of the tower of culture, knowledge and wonders!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
God Bless
~Michelle~
By the way, excellent musings about home, hearth and the sense of security they provide in a world where "security" lately has become an abstract concept...
Beautiful sonnet.
I wish you speedy recovery and this phase, mere memory.
Helga
Flightless, we watch the free-scape of the sky,
The window seems a picture on the wall;
No more dimensions than what meets the eye" <--
GREAT lines..and a Masterful SONNET...Praying for a speedy recovery for you..
Your friend from India,
Debashish