No word for home
Consider this, she said
The sparky woman ( French)
We have no word for home
For house of course and homeland
Vive la patrie
So much is in the meaning
Unspoken, understood
Geography and climate, native tongue
A part, but not the whole
Intangible, invisible
Except in certain lights
Like bonfire gleam or eclipse-glow
It's held within the heart
The tug of roots
The call of love
A memory of source
A place you left a life ago
Or refuge newly found
With welcome mat and hearth
A hook to hang your hat
Or maybe just, at crowded airport gate
A smile, two arms
Flung wide to fold you in
24th May 2010, Quantas Armidale to Sydney
From Lucette, the Frenchwoman:
ReplyDeleteSo sorry, I'm so busy, I didn't not take the time to say a proper THANK YOU for the lovely thoughtful poem you wrotes. So Thank You, and again thank you, did I say Thank You, yes I'm sure I said Thank You, but one never knows so I might add another Thank you, and another one for good measure so thank you, well maybe it is a bit miserl...y let's add another one this time in upper case THANK YOU, hmm may be it is too overpowering so a small case one might do thank you, well it does not make for a poem but thank you.
Most sincere thank you from you know who....
And Lucette's return effort:
ReplyDeleteWe met by chance,
We shared a drink,
We shared a meal,
We shared some laughs, ...
We struck friendship,
But you had to go,
So farewell , my friend!