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Homesick
When I was a kid,
I took a job
working the iron ore mines
in far north west Australia
only criminals
or men on the run for other reasons
worked there then
and me
a bourgeois kid
18
my first night in town
I was rescued from serial rapists
the welcoming committee
Dave Mason,
who rescued me
I saw beaten to a bloody pulp
my last night in town
while I was held by the throat
above the ground
to witness
But
While I lived there
in fear and dissent
of values most horrid
I saw the universe.
Just wandered out of the lights
of the concentration camp,
called a workers residence
and looked up
into the clear desert sky.
Stars
like I had never seen before
in that bright black sky
3d
so deep
my knees crumbled
with vertigo,
this planet became tiny
truly
the universe became home to me
Will always be my home.
And leave me ever
homesick.
Comments
judyanne
Mon, 2012-04-30 03:07
for someone
who claims to not like this type of self-examining poetry
i think you have done a wonderful job jess
i really got into this
quite captivating
and so agree with you with the feeling of when viewing the sky in its glory
- awesome finish - so describes it
love judy
xxx
'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)
weirdelf
Mon, 2012-04-30 03:37
ta judyanne
some will recognise this as a repost.
Some of the new friends I am meeting don't know my backlist.
I suspect there might be things in the works maybe to allow us to publish our backlists as finished poems, without flooding the Stream
cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry
loved
Mon, 2012-04-30 04:12
One can imagine now, how the
One can imagine now, how the
Environment,
Circumstances
and
Genetic import
influences all living after all.
and
as you said rapists
also you were just i8 ,
you refrained to state your experiences...
I once had a master German ,
who on the tune of the German song ,
I forget now ,
would just turn around
and
at all blow
when he heard the song,
i know but now it slips my memory ,
so though at the tip of my forehead
i can still hear the...
yess ,yess
Boggie March song
t'was.
loved
PRECIOUSLYSET1
Mon, 2012-04-30 07:08
A WONDERFUL TALE INDEED!!
A WONDERFUL TALE INDEED!! simple to read but the story told
has the ability to transport oneself
into anothers shoes with graceful ease
bravo my dear elfin cohort to be
Alone we shall find our ways into worlds of never imagined discoveries
Kailashana2
Mon, 2012-04-30 08:41
Even I don't remember this
Even I don't remember this one, Jess. Thank you for reposting.
Have you read *Shantaram*? It's based on true stories by an other Aussie, Gregory David Roberts. http://www.shantaram.com/
The book was to have been made into a movie staring Johnny Depp a couple of years ago.
Your poem reminds me of his journeys. (He too is a poet.)
~A
weirdelf
Mon, 2012-04-30 08:51
Thanks,
and I'll check that out
cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry
Esker
Mon, 2012-04-30 12:56
edited and well done
I like the poem very much
timeless now feeling
and with its impact
and subtle powers
thank You