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The Homing...A Poem With Music in Response to Billybuc's Photo Challenge/Prompt #1

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I wrote what follows as a comment on Bill Holland's hub, asking if it was too late to write a poem in response to a few of the images in his first photo challenge. (Thank you, my friend. :-)

I was struck with the beauty of these images, the meaning of home and how our memories can be like photographs -- reflections in diminishing moments of time that capture what we had, as it once was. Our perception of time has always fascinated me.

I wrote The Homing while listening to this video by HAEVN...We Are (Symphonic Tales). When I begin to write a poem, the demands of work and daily life often cause me to store away the words in the alcoves of my imagination where I sense them scuttling about in hiding, rather like squirrels in the attic. Sometimes, music helps me find them again.

HAEVN - We Are (Symphonic Tales)


The Homing


The view from our small attic window

No longer thrives. I sit on the wooden floor beneath it,

An orphaned child in quiet solitude.

Generations before my stay, and since, have bloomed

In this vacant dwelling that once was home,

Now shuttered in mourning, as a widow forsaken...

Bitten and worn from neglect

And the urging pale of nature's providence.

There is beauty in the forlorn stillness.

A thinning light glimmers motes of dust that emerge

As secrets from the darkness.

Fate rests peacefully in the corner beneath the eaves,

Hiding in the shadows of walls --

A lithe chameleon with crystalline eyes waiting to be seen.

Other castaways linger in a box filled with images

Wrapped in brittle strands of parchment.

Reflections of who we once were cling to each other

In such fragile arms.

Sighing, I rise.

They will be here soon, I think --

The strangers and heritors of indifference

To render our memories into clay and ash.

All that is abandoned returns to the earth from which it came.

I leave the attic through the floor and down a ladder...

My long skirt brushes against the creaking wood.

Passing through the ending doors,

I step into a brief ripening of summer.

How strange to drift again through the tenuous flow of hours.

Time is a willful measure

That binds the flesh to the becoming

Of what has already been.

My eyes closing, I walk past my epitaph

Carved in stone with thistle-weed hands that seek their roots

In a deepening curve.

Slowly, warmly, the horizon gathers me in a flowing embrace

And delivers me from the ebbing void.

Lightened and content,

I return to the homing.

Here, there is no estrangement of the heart,

No longing...no foreshadowing of mortality...

No dust or decay, or remembrance lost.

We are all here.

Our blooms, once pressed between the pages of time

Now share an unbounded, sensory garden of joy.

Such is the ecstasy of life

In this roundness of moment to moment of one.

Such...is heaven.


Dedicated to the souls who lost their lives to the coronavirus...may they all find peace, joy and contentment in the homing.




2020 Genna Eastman


© 2020 Genna East

Comments

Genna East (author) from Massachusetts, USA on August 14, 2020:

Hello Mark...

My sincere apologies for being late in responding. Thank you for that thoughtful comment. I only wish more people could see the lives they could save if they just listened and were more mindful of keeping others, and themselves, safe. It is heartbreaking to observe their myopic complacency in that all they seem to care about is their self-centered loss of personal "freedom" by simply wearing a mask. This is not citizenship...it is a loss of humanity.

Mark Tulin from Santa Barbara, California on August 06, 2020:

Lovely poem for all those who have passed from the coronavirus. Too few people are sending out their love for them and their heartbroken families the way you have.

Genna East on July 21, 2020:

Hello Audrey...

Many thanks for such a perceptive comment. :-) I have to give some credit to Haevn - We Are - Symphonic Tales. This beautiful song helped me to find the words that I wanted to write for some time...Bill's photo's also stirred my imagination, from thoughts into poetry.

Covid-19 has brought sadness and tragedy to many. The souls who lost their lives to this dreadful virus most assuredly deserve their place in heaven.

Hugs, my friend. Stay safe.

Audrey Hunt from Idyllwild Ca. on July 20, 2020:

Dear Genna

The tears came as I discovered a deeper sense with every line of your stirring poem. Your view of heaven is exactly like mine. It is so heart-breaking that this virus has claimed so many lives and that the end of these lives was without family or friends to be there with them.

I'll be sharing this beautiful poem with others and thank you for writing it.

God bless you and keep you safe!

Genna East (author) from Massachusetts, USA on April 27, 2020:

Hi Dana.

It's always a pleasant surprise to see you to drop by and comment. I'm not sure what you mean by "an original," but I thank you for those encouraging thoughts. Hugs to you and Molly.

Genna East (author) from Massachusetts, USA on April 27, 2020:

Hello Peggy.

Thank you! I am convinced there is a heaven. I've been visited three times after losing people I dearly loved over the years. Each visit was singular, quite unexpected, and out of nowhere. But each time I felt the spirit of their presence as though they were trying to tell me not to grieve, how they felt and where they were...it was indescribable and wondrous. I've never sensed anything like it before, or since.

Genna East (author) from Massachusetts, USA on April 27, 2020:

Hi Rajan...

Sorry I'm late. Thank you, and many thanks for those hub recipes that give us a lift, especially while many of us are cocooned at home.

DanWW on April 27, 2020:

Beautiful Geena! You have that delicate deeper meaning thing going on below the surface again in a way that as BillHolland wrote hit me over the head with a 2x4! You are an original.

Dana

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on April 25, 2020:

Your poem is beautiful! I do hope that it brings solace to everyone who has lost loved ones, no matter the cause of their passing. Your view of heaven is wondrous.

Rajan Singh Jolly from From Mumbai, presently in Jalandhar, INDIA. on April 25, 2020:

Beautiful poem with a profound impact.

Genna East (author) from Massachusetts, USA on April 23, 2020:

Thank you, Gypsy, for the visit and thoughtful comment...it's always a pleasure to see you.

Genna East (author) from Massachusetts, USA on April 22, 2020:

Hi Shauna...

Thank you for reading the poem, and for that generous comment I greatly appreciate. I hope you are staying well and safe. :-)

Genna East (author) from Massachusetts, USA on April 22, 2020:

Hello Demas...

Lol. Thank you. And I agree with you about the ads. Toilets? Sheesh! Enjoy your evening. :-)

Genna East (author) from Massachusetts, USA on April 22, 2020:

Hi Linda...

Thank you. When I wrote the comment on Bill's hub and looked at the photos once more, I knew what I wanted to write. Part of the inspiration is that I have always been fascinated by our perception of time, and I wanted to dedicate this to the victims of Covid-19. What I find especially devastating is that they passed away alone in that loved ones were not allowed close to them in their final moments. They deserve their place in heaven.

Genna East (author) from Massachusetts, USA on April 22, 2020:

Hello Pamela...

Thank you for that lovely comment. I have to thank Bill Holland for his photographs, which were part of the inspiration. I hope you and yours are staying well and safe. :-)

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on April 22, 2020:

Wonderfully written and to me brought different imagery to mind. Of sunny summer days looking out in the morning with eagerness to dash out and rainy days when sitting by the window waiting for rainbows was the way to go.

Demas W Jasper from Today's America and The World Beyond on April 22, 2020:

In the middle of a religious article I wrote, HP posted an ad on how to clean your toilet! Hardly a discriminated choice IMHO.

Genna East (author) from Massachusetts, USA on April 22, 2020:

Miiiiike!

Blessings, my friend. You have been missed! As always, you make my day with your thoughts, insights and comments. Thank you!

By the way, aren't these new ads HP has on our pages annoying? They kind of slap you in the face, and follow the reader around the page with all the subtlety of a carnival barker.

Hugs.

Genna East (author) from Massachusetts, USA on April 22, 2020:

Hi Ruby...

Thank you for such a kind comment; you are always generous and encouraging. And you are very perceptive...the line about the skirt brushing against the wood was placed there for a reason. I hope you are having a good week, my friend.

Genna East (author) from Massachusetts, USA on April 22, 2020:

Hello Susan...

Thank you...it's good to see you. :-)

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on April 22, 2020:

Genna, this is amazingly beautiful, deep, and thought provoking. I'll have to come back and listen to the video as I read your profound words once again.

You've done yourself proud, Genna!

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on April 22, 2020:

Genna, this is amazingly beautiful, deep, and thought provoking. I'll have to come back and listen to the video as I read your profound words once again.

You've done yourself proud, Genna!

Demas W Jasper from Today's America and The World Beyond on April 22, 2020:

Now I know you had it in you, or did it just arrive?

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on April 21, 2020:

Your article contains a lovely poem and a kind dedication at the end. I especially like the lines about time. The poem and its title are beautiful and encouraging, Genna. Thank you.

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on April 21, 2020:

Genna, This is such a sweet, yet sad poem. You write so beautifully and that is a gift. I like the phrase "ecstasy of life" yet some are lost in this pandemic.

Stay safe and healthy, Genna!

mckbirdbks from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on April 21, 2020:

Hello Genna - Without a doubt your writing resides on a higher plane. Your words are chosen with such care and convey their meaning with an uncommon clarity. I was gently lead along the path of your imagination.

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on April 21, 2020:

Genna, what can I say? This is what all who write poetry dream about doing. You were able to take me back in time with your beautiful words. " My long skirt brushes against the creaking wood " is the line that brought misty eyes from this lover of poetry.

Susan Zutautas from Ontario, Canada on April 21, 2020:

Sad but yet a Beautiful poem!

Genna East (author) from Massachusetts, USA on April 21, 2020:

Hello Bill...

Your comment made my day. Thank you for the inspiration of your photos, and for the support and encouragement you give to so many of us. You are a treasure. :-)

I only wish I had more time to write creatively. But working long hours, and writing in the business genre each day...well, it's kinda like thinking in two different languages that don't understand each other. Have a great week, my friend.

Genna East (author) from Massachusetts, USA on April 21, 2020:

Hello Paula...

Thank you for those warm thoughts that lifted my spirits. Peace and blessings.

Genna East (author) from Massachusetts, USA on April 21, 2020:

Hi Maria...

As is your comment. Thank you, dear Maria. Hugs, and please stay safe.

Tim Truzy from U.S.A. on April 21, 2020:

If Shakespeare was alive, he would applaud such a resounding line:

"Fate rests peacefully in the corner beneath the eaves." Skillfully done with clarity and focus in response to another incredible writer. I'm glad to see another work from you, Genna. Peace and admiration to you.

Genna East (author) from Massachusetts, USA on April 21, 2020:

Hello Will...

Bill's photos, the music, and the challenge we now face in the world were the inspiration. This was something I had to write. You are and always will be one of my favorite writers, with a remarkable talent. Your comment brings a grateful smile. Thank you! Be well. :-)

Genna East (author) from Massachusetts, USA on April 21, 2020:

Hi Flourish...

Many thanks for that thoughtful comment. If I am lucky enough to be able to move people just a little, it's the greatest compliment I could wish for. Enjoy your week, and stay safe. :-)

Genna East (author) from Massachusetts, USA on April 21, 2020:

Good morning, Kyler...

Thank you. When I wrote the comment on Bill's hub, I knew what I wanted to write but wasn't sure if I could find the right words. I appreciate your kind words of encouragement. Stay well and be safe.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on April 21, 2020:

Oh my God....the first few lines are like getting hit in the head with a 2x4. This is exquisite work, Genna, and I don't say that often in a comment. Every line is crafted with care and love. There are no wasted lines. Truly exquisite, my friend, and well-worth the wait.

Blessings always

Suzie from Carson City on April 21, 2020:

Genna......Thank you for a beautiful way to relieve the stress & relax our tensions. Bless you, lovely woman...............Peace, Paula

Maria Jordan from Jeffersonville PA on April 21, 2020:

Your poetry and this music are like a healing balm to our tired souls, dear Genna - thank you.

WillStarr from Phoenix, Arizona on April 20, 2020:

Oh my Lord! This is true poetry and true talent!

Something told me to read this and I am so gratified that I followed my impulses. This is superb, dear Genna. This is inspired.

FlourishAnyway from USA on April 20, 2020:

I echo Kyler’s remarks regarding how stunningly poignant this is. The fact that you connected it to the pandemic gives me a lump in my throat.

Kyler J Falk from Corona, CA on April 20, 2020:

Wow, to be honest I wan't expecting this to be as long as it was and when I saw how long it was I was questioning how skillfully it would be pulled off. You blew my expectations out of the water!

Absolutely amazing piece and your dedication is more than appropriate!