The title 'home now' speaks to me of loss and I often wonder how life would be like for me dear, wonderful mother hadn't lost her fiest child at aged just one month as he'd have been severely disabled but there has been things that have happened that no one can explain and I know, deep in my heart, that it's him making a joke and telling us he's watching over us for example once when I was going through a really difficult time back when I was 15 a pen got thrown at me and no one was around but I just knew... It's so weird these things happen but, they happen for a reason, I'm positive. Sorry I digress.
dusted down of blood and loss,
I became so much lighter and
nestled gently in the breeze.
Now, with this first stanza I'm wondering whether my presumptions from the title was correct at all as this seems as though from this 'loss' you're as light as a feather, so it's no loss at all if anything it's a relief so it makes me wonder if it's kind of about a suicide or something of the like.. Though again, just a presumption especially with the words 'blood and loss.'
life never showed me how weightless you could be -
The last lines, do make me feel my last presumption is kind of correct with the use of the words 'weightless,' peaceful' and 'free' and how 'life never showed you' these kinds of things therefore, pointing to life having been difficult for you, making you want not want to be here and I know this is just a poem but life for many of us is trying, it hurts and life is never meant to be easy, unfortunately.
A very thought provoking piece and one that resonates with many of us, I guess.
When you post these shorter poems, they still surprise me. Because I don't necessarily "expect" brevity from you, and it makes it that more impactful. I think I may have mentioned it before, like Star, and it always feel even more unique (though your pieces already are). I physically exhaled reading this piece, and immediately felt more relaxed. It reaffirmed for me that home is not necessarily constricted to one thing. Sometimes, it changes. Sometimes, it's found in people. It should not make us feel like prison. And once we find what home means to us, where we can relish in the lack of chaos, it's a relief.
I think I said this before, but your short writes have something special about them. This also feels like a chorus of a good song; you can easily memorize ir and has a beautiful rhythm. It’s like I’ve been singing it in my mind before.
I hope this is eligible for nomination next Monday!