5.23.2019

The Dark


The dark
is too thick to crack
wide enough
to swallow thoughts
about time and healing
and high school
because by now
it's been entirely too dark
for too long

They say you can't
go home again
and you know they mean it
because home is where
it happened
it's entirely unsound
and unyielding
home is brittle-boned
and dark

SUMMER’S END in the Imaginary Garden


13 comments:

  1. Nice poem. No you can't go home again but you can make a new one, new memories. I left high school in the dust decades ago, glad to let it tumble off my back and not carry that burden anymore.

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  2. Well, physically I can't. After my parents moved to town raccoons tore things up. And now the new owner has bulldozed it down. My dad watched it being moved onto the farm when he was a lad. We figure 1916 or so.
    ..

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  3. Yeah, I'm not nostalgic for "home" either. Loved the Prine!

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  4. Imagine the grandfather's desperation knowing this and able to do too little to prevent the granddaughter from following mother. For me the video was too literal for Prine's song -- his shadows are far more general and insidious -- but the ground you stake out here is important because if home can be nothing but the problem then homecoming (especially the parade) can only be dreadful. And little birds have to build their own nests ...

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    1. Yes, yes.
      Been listening to John Prine's new album since last year and this song really slays me. I only discovered this video for it earlier this week, and I do love it and that he lent his song to this message that was also really important to him. I had seen an earlier video with just a window and curtains blowing, images like that, really allowing the shadows in the song to speak for themselves. Honestly I love all of it.
      Thanks as always for your thoughtfulness... appreciated. Your reading reflects what I was trying to channel here. :)

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  5. Fortunately you don't have to continue to live with past~high school or otherwise~troubles, though it's so hard to get rid of them

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  6. I had never considered home as brittle boned and dark ... your poem sheds 'new light' on that.

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  7. it's entirely unsound
    and unyielding
    home is brittle-boned
    and dark

    It is most sad that the home cannot accord the safety and security that one so desires

    Hank

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  8. Home has always ceased to exist... (and besides it wasn't too bright either)

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  9. I really can relate to this, especially the last stanza. I have no family home to return to with all members scattered across the world or passed away. My home is only here and now.

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  10. "Home is brittle boned and black." Fantastic writing, Marian.

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  11. For some, home is something needing escape. Many for sure, high school! :) I can STILL go home and sleep in my old bedroom - same bed! at the age of 53

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Thank you for sharing your thoughts!