Sunday Featured Poem

2C Carnaby

the puddle didn't seem so deep
when I lived at home

At least my ankles stayed dry.

Perhaps
it is I
unaccustomed to this
house

that someday I will rename "home"

the rain didn't wash the sidewalks away
where I lived before

the droplets have escaped
and come back in different form

It was comfortable there
it's a little prickly here

here, at the new place

I guess I like it though
it has potential.

Sometime in 1989

This is a little poem I wrote after moving from the home I lived in for 15 years to an apartment with my mother. While it isn't the best poem, I certainly feel my shoes stepping into the enormous puddles and coming up sopping wet and I remember the feeling of displacement before you can actually call a place your own.

I have to say that adding this poem feature actually forced me to go into the garage (see, Pup, that's why I was in the garage!) and dig through my old letters, cards and find where I have put my poems. I buried them for almost 20 years! Unearthing them, I feel like I am returning to a world I have long forgotten. I even found a short story that I wrote! I'll have to ask my mom find all of the poems I wrote as a little kid-there were a ton and I think she kept them....(she is a lurker-hi Mom!). I remember one about clouds and I think I even read one in church once.

By the way, Raven has posted an intriguing challenge for writers, a great exercise for sure. Dianne has also posted her response to a writer's picture fiction challenge, another way to get the creativity moving. Of course, tonight was our Chorale concert and I am paying FULL attention to that this week because I don't want to get fired. But after tomorrow night, I should have more to say.