"Goin Home..."

Part of "Walking The World A Bit..." Understanding depends on the genre of your thoughts...

 

So many parts of then

...don't mean as much now

 

and yet it all depends

where we are and when...

"Goin Home..."

dead eye echoes

quiver-shakes

God doesn't wave as i go bye

 

standing sideways

who's laughing

- stupid biatch

 

Ain't no tomorrow

no today

lots a' nothin goin on

 

I feel

I feel

somethin - wait for it ...wait

 

yesterday - right, yeah - I'm laughing - me

at  -for me - stupid silly

me ...me
...goin home

 

right

 

...like ever

 

Chris

Author's Note

feel free

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I envy writers who can put together a jagged delivery to match the way things often come to us in shards, the way you've done here, realistically. Your opening couplet slaps me across the face . . . since I often look back at what I spent so much energy on thru-out my life & now I don't give a damn about most of it! You said all that in such a beautifully brief way! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSh..]

This is something brilliant. The short phrases, an explanation, a conversation with the spirit that surrounds mortality. You sum life up very brave and very real. Great Poetry

Sheer Terror

[Claire Twinn]

What intriguing ideas Chris. Sometimes revisiting old 'homes' is a big mistake- the past can be an alien and unfriendly environment.

[Chris]

...sometimes where you are - right then - is the only "home" you ever have... and you STILL can't go back even one second...

[Kelsey]

"I feel
I feel
somethin - wait for it ...wait"

To someone that doesn't write poetry, this may seem like a mess of words, but to me, and obviously many others, it speaks loudly. Very nice job, I love how you expressed this.

[Chris]

Sometimes you don't need a symphonic orchestra ... nor an elaborate stage production. I'm glad you heard... take care.

[roarke]

It's a long way home. The first lines are huge truth. Sometimes, maybe most times, we miss the reoccurring, revisiting nature of those so many parts of then. They merge to become part of the present, the whole, a Gestaltist view. If you change the importance or impact of the part, does it change the importance of the whole? then or now?
Some are concerned, there is no "home" and other's concerned they are already "home" and that's all there is. Home is where the life is, where the journey continues, where and at the moment of considering all those "then parts"

I think in the brief simplicity of this piece you have brought to light this inner emotional perspective and given it a voice and an audience . nice writing.

[A Soap Mess Stories]

sound's like something is coming....

[John]

Identity is thrown into the air as is a clear sense of time on this wayfarer's journey home, or grave ward. He could be a droll character out of Beckett ruefully undermining his own ambition of getting anywhere: home, right!

[Chris]

Who can EVER go back to where they were before...

[John]

Nobody can, but we arrange our lives to give the impression that we do return from where we departed. Again to mention Beckett, 'habit is a great deadner'.

[Chris]

chuckling here...well remembered.

[captain]

intriguing...i like the format...

[Ruth]

Touch of surreal but meandering thoughts, as always, clarified by your heartprint which is tangible in each piece you write xoxo

[sharonlee]

Home can be empty... but a smile can make one feel at home anywhere. Always have a smile for you my friend. x