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Orchiolum
Love rarely mentioned
she may have wondered
seemed to believe without hearing

before her memory was kept
and her dust released
she understood without knowing.

Love rarely mentioned
I may have wandered
never one moment doubted

there was always a place
which welcomed me home
before the note, and measure, departed.

Love rarely mentioned
yet forever remembered
a perilous race toward guilt

when the gavel arcs down
and home is unknown
there is no return...

step away, and steel your will.

In this home, at night, I dreamed I could fly. With a blanket as my cape, I used to run through the backyard pretending to be Superman. Single white candles glowed from the windows guiding our diverse families home, to this house, every Christmas Eve.

While there is no script for this passage, sanity will eventually recognize the necessity, conditions, and timing of acceptance. Until then, I write from a place where always and forever are rarely spoken.

Published by Orchiolum

Progressive, tree hugging, Earth loving, free thinking poet. When I see the Royals I am reminded of a world in need.  View profile

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  • Nancy P. Goodman, in Tennessee10/23/2011

    very good, thanks!

  • Delicia Powers5/30/2011

    So very very lovely....

  • Memmay Moore6/25/2010

    I adore this poem and find it comforting as I am presently downsizing my home and disposing of family china, furniture etc. that my kids don't want.

  • Tony Payne2/23/2010

    It's sad leaving a childhood home isn't it, all those memories linger on, but you can never go back.

  • Becky Whittemore2/8/2010

    Very nicely done.

  • Orchiolum10/4/2009

    Jotworks: You chose my favorite line from this poem.

  • Jotworks9/7/2009

    What a magical place--made magical by your family. Your verse is mystical and very real. I particularly love

    'Love rarely mentioned
    yet forever remembered
    a perilous race toward guilt'
    Alas, how true.

    I also enjoyed the insight of your commentary.

  • Rebecca Wrenn4/30/2009

    What a lovely picture of a beloved home with happy memories of another time. This poem is beautifully poignant, yet hauntingly sad. Memories are our most treasured possessions, and often become the only thing left of special, treasured moments in time. But, pictures can be nice reminders, too! Thanks for sharing some of your treasured memories. (^;^)

  • Allene Newberg Bilodeau4/29/2009

    You break my heart, Orcholium. So succinctly, so uniquely, you express such power in words. I'm sorry you had to go through this stage of life recently, but thank-you for sharing yourself with us. That home, that yard, takes my breath away. I can "go" there in a flash and feel your sense of home. Beautiful photos. (I swear I read this awhile back. No idea why I didn't comment. Glad I came back!)

  • Christine Bruness1/17/2009

    PS: Nothing wrong with waxing on the nostalgic side for a bit, though -- at least in my book.

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