“Home is where one starts from.” –T.S. Eliot
The 20-watt dim
bulb, pale and warm,
faintly showing through
on a pitch-dark night.
But my mind is cozy
and well informed
and my feet walk
onward, no light despite
Opossums scamper
off the graveled way
and stand back with
concern as I glide through.
Perchance, a rooster
sends my steps a nay,
yesterday kept safe
like the blue Bayou
By and by, 'round
a bend, I see my north
haloed in golden
light— to me, she waves.
And so I hasten
to reach her trice forth,
to breathe my home in
with double inhales
At last, my shoulders
unburden the weight;
wordless exchange
between hearts beating fast,
as two souls' intricate
maze mends old ways,
and Mother still waits
to bathe me in warmth
under that 20-watt
lightbulb of home.
© selma
"Home is where one starts from. As we grow older The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated Of dead and living. Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment And not the lifetime of one man only But of old stones that cannot be deciphered. There is a time for the evening under starlight, A time for the evening under lamplight (The evening with the photograph album). Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter. Old men ought to be explorers Here or there does not matter We must be still and still moving Into another intensity For a further union, a deeper communion Through the dark cold and the empty desolation, The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning." –T.S. Eliot
A Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers all over the world.
Thanks for reading.
I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.
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This is beautiful, heartwarming poetry, Selma! I love the profound analogy of the light bulb. That photograph is precious! Happy Mother’s Day!❤😊🌸
Thanks, dearly. Happy Mother’s Day to All.
A very profound poem Selma…i love your commentary too….
Happy Mother’s Day.❤️
Likewise to you dear Mich. Happy Mother’s Day to All Mothers. Xoxo
I love your beautiful poem Selma.
Happy to know my friend. Happy Mother’s Day to you and to All the Mothers in the world. 💗
Thanks a lot 😍😍😍
Happy Mother’s Day to you. Great poem and wonderful choice of words -as always.
A most splendid day to you dear friend. Happy Mother’s Day YOU and to All Mothers Worldwide.
(I loved your post)
thanks for reading.
That was beautiful, Selma! Thanks for sharing!
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My pleasure dearest Yve. Happy Mother’s Day to you… 💐 💗
So beautiful, Selma! Such a fitting share for today. Happy mother’s day! ❤️🌷
Happy Mother’s Day to you, dear Punam. Blessings. Xoxo
Thanks so much. ❤️
Beautiful, Selma! Happy Mother’s Day!!
Thanks for reading my post today, dearest Barbara. Xoxo
Happy Mother’s Day to All Women.
My pleasure!
Happy Mother’s Day, Selma!
Love choice words write in poem .
Thanks Raj. Blessings.
Selma, your writing voice and perspectives always engage the brain. Bravo! Hope you’ve had a lovely Sunday. 💐
Thanks for the sweet words, dear friend. Blessings on your week and hope you had a lovely celebratory Mother’s Day. Xoxo
You are most welcome, Selma! I have a beautiful day. Thank you! 🤗💗
How beautiful is this. Love it Selma
Aww. Thanks, Bella 💕
You’re welcome!
Heartwarming ❤️ I hope you had a happy Mother’s Day, Selma!
I did, dear I grid. Hope the same for you. Sending blessings. Xoxo
Beautiful words, Selma! I hope you had a wonderful Mother’s Day! xoxo
You’re sweet, dear lady. I had a good day, yes. Thanks and likewise to you. All the best on your projects, dear one. I bless you. Xoxo
💞 🌺
What a beautiful poem. Home does change meaning as you get older. I no longer define it as where my mother is, but where my children are. They are getting to the age where they will leave in the next five years or so, and then I suppose it will probably change again.
Home is that beautiful feeling. I too have a lovely home with my husband and children that I will die for. But my old home is the thoroughfare that taught me so much and got me here. It is unchanged but only in MY mind. And I conjure it often. Thanks for your beautiful comment, dear Bridgette. I bless you.
warmly delivered, amazingly composed, memories of home to warm Selma! 🥰
Glad you thought so, dear Cindy. Of course, home is HERE now. And that home over there exists only in my mind. But I cherish it no matter what. You are lucky you still have your mother around. Everything changes in one evening after that… Take care, sweet one. I bless you. You are looking so good. Keep going. I will join your launch tomorrow. So I hope someone sends me details of how to connect.
Yes indeed and I so agree. I am lucky Selma for sure. She is a dear heart and will be with us tomorrow. She even got thrown under the bus a little which was not the intention but she loves me neeways like we love our kids. Thanks my sweet one as well. I excitedly, nervously await you.. you’ll see! It’s on my site the zoom and Grace’s today. 💞
California is 8 hours behind London time. London is 8 hours behind Japan time.
Saturday- 8 am Cali/ 4 pm London= wee hours of Sunday 00:00 Japan
I’m such a sleepy head but for you, and Ingrid I’ll try to keep my eyes open. And not drool 🤤
lol.. don’t worry a thin… lol. We’ll tape it and you’ll be with us in spirit for sure! 💗
I can feel the nostalgia for your childhood home and see the dim light bulb bulb that reminds you of those times, Selma! <3
Lovely imagery1
So precious of you for commenting, Cheryl. I appreciate the support.