This poem ‘Renovations’ was an homage to my old ‘home’, but doesn’t express just how happy I am with my old/new love.
Reading Vinny’s blog and his wonderful ‘Wind Chimes’ poem reminded me of a poem I wrote in 2002 when I found my life was suddenly turned upside down, down-under.
I had to pack up the house I’d lived in by myself for 28 years after divorce, while I explored the possibilities of returned love at the age of 52 and learnt to share my sacred space again.
It was not always easy but my reward was a love I didn’t know was possible.
Wiki Photo of Jacarandas. I had planted one to remind me of my Zambian home.
Renovations
.
house loud
full of colored voices
frequently gathered
while fancy-dressers
danced in yellow
.
purple walled
creative spaces
where words poured
like leaking taps
Bali knick-knacks
.
replaced by exercise
machines marching
across gym-lounge
to a new beat
sparse spare look
.
quiet everyman
wants resale
erasing all memories
of trees – too many
for…
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