Thursday, 11 May 2017

this place in our life

this place in our life
sighs with contentment,
whenever soft music is played …
and flinches, holding its breath,
each time car brakes squeal
in the busy street beyond

on a good day … whiffle breezes
waft through open windows –
on sleepless nights … gaseous gurgles
ripple from the ancient refrigerator

occasionally, the place groans under the weight
of all our stuff – mine far more than his –
sometimes … it is just the heat ‘kickin’ in’
but other times … it’s a bonafide groan

this place in our life
is adorned with grocery flowers,
miscellaneous tchotchkes,
pictures of dearly beloveds, books, gadgets
and a whopping pile of mail that comes to us,
unbidden – and waits – often for months,
to be blinked upon and tossed

sometimes the place smells of patchouli
sometimes it smells of lemons ... in fact,
a plethitude of aromas and fragrances drift in and out,
though – all of them – smell like home 

two commodious sofas – face each other
and here we sit, reading and writing and watching PBS, 
sipping wine, water or root beer and noshing down appies
when we get to feeling peckish
  
from time to time, a line of poetry or prose
or an image from the TV set
conjures forth a lovely memory
of other places in our life
– many years and many places – 
and chit-chat blurts of nostalgia burst
like daisy blooms time lapsing round us

with a bit of luck and ingenuity,
this will be our last place –
the place from which, we can look back
on the journey we took, to get to
this place in our life

photo:  This place in our life - W. Bourke
  
© 2017 Wendy Bourke

22 comments:

  1. Marvelous, how the poem brought us to "this place in in life". (the whole poem is a metaphor)

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  2. the place from which, we can look back
    on the journey we took, to get to
    this place in our life

    How wonderful Wendy to have memories of how it all started.

    Hank

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  3. With your poem, you've captured "this place in MY life" as well! Love the details and how you end up with the wording in the last stanza: "we can look back on the journey we took, to get to this place in our life."

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  4. What a lovely outlook to have! I am sure it resonates with most :))

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  5. The place has serenity as has your voice in this poem..

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  6. I love the scene and the whiffle breezes - what is tchotchkes (great word;)

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    1. tchotchkes is a a word that has become quite common in Canada, I've found. I use it to refer to miscellaneous bits and pieces that don't have much of a practical purpose: stuff.

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  7. many years and many places –
    and chit-chat blurts of nostalgia burst
    like daisy blooms time lapsing round us

    So wonderful to be together reminiscing on days gone by with a loved one despite changes around!

    Hank

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  8. How comfortable it was to read this beautiful piece. I looked up 'tchotchkes' and found it meant "trinket" to the American-Jewish community. It is so good to learn of a new word.

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  9. I love the comfort in your words and in many ways they remind me of my home, my life and the comfort I've found there and with.
    Cheers for your wonderful write!
    Anna :o]

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  10. There is such a serene and tranquil vibe running through this poem, Wendy!❤️ Beautifully penned.

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  11. It sounds so attractive, comfortable, companionable and lovely, Wendy.

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  12. Sounds like "home." Thank you for your words today.

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  13. This has all the beauty of a home, and I so hope that we all can settle in such modest comfort... To have it all but not too much... yes that's what we all should look forward to.

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  14. Pray that everyone could come to this place of contentment with loved ones and loved things about them. Beautiful read, Wendy!

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  15. I can relate to this poem so much. That's one reason I like it. The other reason is that it's so nicely written. Lovely!

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  16. It's so wonderful how you have described those little blurts of nostalgia as "daisy blooms time lapsing round us"--absolutely love that!

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  17. Love the beauty of the home ~ Specially admire the scents of:

    sometimes the place smells of patchouli
    sometimes it smells of lemons

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  18. "Home" is full of contrasts, and I enjoyed how you place them here. Thank you for sharing your journey here. I can imagine it all so well.

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