Mine

I sit within my skin where all is safe

I sit in this room that I have made beautiful

But it does not feel mine

I have a piece of paper saying that

I own this house and all the land

On which it stands

But it does not feel mine

It still belongs to those people

Who were builders by day

Smugglers by night

Who lived here first

Who loved and fought

Within these walls

Mine is a transient presence

In the home that they made

I sit within my skin

Within this moment

Experiencing these subtle sensations

In here I feel at home

And this home is mine

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M.C. Newberry

Mon 20th Aug 2018 16:12

Good to be reminded of the importance of "home".
I've lived in a great number of assorted homes - country
cottage to a flat in a grand country mansion - over many
years and each had its character and appeal.
Some homes really do have that "feel" of the presence of previous occupants - and, as others have remarked, we are custodians and caretakers at best, and owe it to the past as well as future generations to look after our "shared
accommodations". Those owning the "big houses" of other
days have often reduced themselves into penury in the
struggle to see them survive. If they have that love
dedication, then we should try to follow in their footsteps
whenever possible. A home we can cherish and enjoy is a
great thing in life and repays us in so many welcoming ways.

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patrick D Ortiz

Mon 20th Aug 2018 00:17

The main thing here is to who do you belong and to whatever or whoever that might be poet friend that must truly be glorious...

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Wolfgar Miere

Sun 19th Aug 2018 22:27

It's great to feel belonging isn't it, but I suspect you know we are only ever caretakers Hazel, and mostly happy to be so.

I think the feeling of owning and possession can be quite destructive and soul destroying, (not that I don't want to have stuff) but it has to be better to feel a part of something larger than ourselves than to allow ourselves to believe we have lasting dominion over anything.

I know exactly that feeling you have portrayed so well and thoughtfully, of being immersed in surroundings.

Occasionally to sit in such a place and attempt to feel it and breathe it in is a worthwhile exercise.

Bloody hell, I sound like a hippy.

Nice one Hazel.

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Taylor Crowshaw

Sun 19th Aug 2018 13:56

Hi Hazel, I live in a house over 150yrs old. I often think of the previous occupants. ­čśä

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Darren J Beaney

Sun 19th Aug 2018 11:50

Wonderful Hazel.
We can buy and 'own' places and buildings, but as you say,
often the ghosts in the walls still own the personality of a building.

Will we get a poem to tell us about those smugglers? I hope so.

I was in New Orleans last month and the hotel was once a bordello! I couldn't help but imagine the raucous goings-on that the bricks had witnessed...

Cheers

DJB

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Kate G

Sun 19th Aug 2018 10:38

Ha, Hazel. Our minds may be in sync today... Both of us toying with the idea of belonging. I really enjoyed this. Hope you have an enjoyable Sunday.

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