Sunday 29 August 2021

Reshaped

 




You stride back home. The grass is green. And soaking wet,

horses dotted on it. The smells of manure and sweat

rise in the air. The melee of muddy football,

rough, closer to the ground. Not the time for cricket.

 

The dog decides to pee against a vendor’s cart

the owner’s embarrassed, but you are, for your part

surprised there are vendors this early. Free for all

to the west – more than just your world’s fallen apart.

 

The sun’s veiled, but eye to eye with The Forty Two,

twenty years have come to a head – for them, for you,

two long decades of a low boiling, hard conflict

and neither they nor you alone know what to do.

 

Home’s not the rain, a field, a game, the land of birth,

- it’s where your heart finds its place and peace on earth.







8 comments:

  1. 'Home’s not the rain, a field, a game, the land of birth,

    - it’s where your heart finds its place and peace on earth.'
    YES!!!

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    1. Too many people's homes and hearts have had peace seep out of them.

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  2. Hari Om
    and triple-double YES!!!!!! YAM xx

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    1. Peace is eluding a large part of the planet right now.

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  3. Hi Nila - so well said ... home is where the heart is, as too the kindness it generates for all things in life ... where we can help/support others. We are being reshaped at the moment ... take care and with peace for us all - Hilary

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    1. Yes, Hilary, a major shift and a major reshaping right now, hopefully working towards that peace for all.

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  4. home is where you find peace - lovely poem. And indeed - the heart can wander, but it knows when it's calm and in place.
    Take care. Hope you are settling in better bit by bit

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    1. Thank you, Joanne. Not fully settled but getting there one step at a time. Glad you liked the poem.

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