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Walking Down an Unfamiliar Street
"Am here. Where ought I to be?"
"Home." - telegram sent by G. K. Chesterton to his wife, followed by her response
My path is trod without patience,
a map consulted time again.
Whatever be my penitence, I cannot see
where ought I am inclined to be.
The light is trifling and fierce
in its gruesome summer's way,
yet in its fading brings, to pierce,
a beauty giant and painful.
Crouched between a churchyard and
a house like many more
is the place where ought I am to be, at last.
Send a thankful text. Here is the library door.
"Home." - telegram sent by G. K. Chesterton to his wife, followed by her response
My path is trod without patience,
a map consulted time again.
Whatever be my penitence, I cannot see
where ought I am inclined to be.
The light is trifling and fierce
in its gruesome summer's way,
yet in its fading brings, to pierce,
a beauty giant and painful.
Crouched between a churchyard and
a house like many more
is the place where ought I am to be, at last.
Send a thankful text. Here is the library door.
Published 30th May 2018
| Edited 26th Sep 2018
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30th May 2018 3:33pm
Hello Jack
I found this poem to be beautiful.
That same route we repetitively walk through life and that feeling of being lost in it... Is described with such wonderful imagery.
I did get a we bit lost in the library door metaphor and I bumped in the read at "send a thankful text" but I'm sure it was just my African comprehension.
Really love this poem, Jack.
Thank you for putting it here.
Blue Skies @ You
Al
I found this poem to be beautiful.
That same route we repetitively walk through life and that feeling of being lost in it... Is described with such wonderful imagery.
I did get a we bit lost in the library door metaphor and I bumped in the read at "send a thankful text" but I'm sure it was just my African comprehension.
Really love this poem, Jack.
Thank you for putting it here.
Blue Skies @ You
Al
Thank you for your kind comment, Alistair. x The library door wasn't actually a metaphor; the poem was inspired by an experience I had yesterday looking for the public library in a town I was visiting! It was only as I started writing the poem that it became more figurative and less about me just looking for the library haha.
The "text" is a callback to the Chesterton telegram; where he might have sent a telegram thanking his wife for telling him where he ought to be, so someone now would send a text.
The "text" is a callback to the Chesterton telegram; where he might have sent a telegram thanking his wife for telling him where he ought to be, so someone now would send a text.
