I think of nomads
My fingers trace the walls unfamiliar
Paper scrunched in boxes that held the
‘things’ that now have found a home
Sunlight sits, waiting for curtains
to be drawn, to drop upon the floors
Yet grey clouds in the distance loom
reminding me that all is not perfect
The obscure piece that’s left
wondering if it will be slotted
to make the puzzle whole
Strange territory where thoughts spin
from calm to confusion
Past lives consume, with
empty boxes cast aside
paper waiting to wrap those
‘things’ again, to find a new home
A drifter, vagabond
Sauntering, singular but not
The sun streams, the clouds hover
the only sound I hear, the dialogue
on Bridges of Madison County
Copyright JMTacken 21.6.2014
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Bridges of Madison County was a sweet movie to be sure. I like the mysteriousness of your poetry. ❤
Perhaps the not best to watch right now, I think this will be the 6th time I have seen it. Thank you Jackie x
So deep and beautiful, love this. xxx
Appreciated, thank you so much darling. xxx
😉 xx
Jenny, I liked this very much. It had real flesh on good bones. >KB
Thank you KB, I appreciate you reading and commenting.
Enjoyed the read. Thanks!
You’re welcome ~ and I thank you for reading.
you paint such a picture with your words, jen, of dark and light and wonder and flight. i love bridges too, and like you, tend to watch it during emotional patches of my life. i always hope for a different ending, i want her to jump out of the truck and go to him.
Thank you so much lovely Beth, I wrote as I walked around the house now of Mr.S. I saw Meryl’s hand on that handle yet again, wanting to escape, knowing she wouldn’t. This then came. It breaks me every time, perhaps not the best to have watched today. xxx
You had me at the first line and ’empty boxes cast aside’ finished me off. Beautifully sad write J 🙂
Not at hello? Thank you R so much, appreciate you reading.
Always a pleasure 🙂
ah but her story impacted the lives of those that were struggling, so perhaps it will help you gain some direction as well…and not feel so much as a vagabond nomad…even then though they know to put one foot in front of the other and keep moving….
Bless you Bri~ hugs
Sounds you are feeling lost and confused, set adrift, Jen. Hope you find your way out of the dilemma. Wonderfully written.
Without anchor or safe harbour Tess, but I thank you for your kindness and support xx
Would a helping hand make a difference. Here. Grab my hand. ❤
Grabbing hold tight ~ thank you darling ❤ xx
It seems the hues of your heart paint the world surrounding you. This makes me want to sit and stare out a window with thoughts and feelings and no movement. Powerful.
Currently yes lovely lady, thank you so much xx
Don’t know how to respond to this. Sitting here wanting to give you a hug.
Hugs are good, thank you Sarah x
Wow; so many layers in this piece and just as many emotions. Beautiful job, Jen.
My head is spinning with every emotion at this point, this was another part of me that’s lost at the moment. Hugs and thank you Beck, love xx
I’m catching up here, Jen. A moving write but not so sure I like where you’re at. Remember I’m here if you need an ear. Disorientated is a difficult place to be. Hugs, my friend.x
Thank you lovely, I appreciate your caring and wanting to help. xx
Just remember, home is where the heart is. I know it sounds corny but it’s so very true xxx
The problem is right now I need to have two of them, but I understand what you say darling ~ thank you xxx