The Old Country

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem describes a situation both difficult and happy.

Submitted: February 21, 2008

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She rearranges the furniture

Like rearranging her heart

If you shove the wound in the corner

The eye is always drawn to it

 

I start on the downbeat

I’ve got your attention

For the moment

All I get are messages from God

That the world wants my attention

Didn’t know I was that important

Thought I could disappear

 

Into a dream of red barn country

My old country, the people who stayed

And you diving naked, a freshwater seal

  into the nearest lake

 

It’s no good

I get dragged back here kicking and screaming

(that comes next)

I want to think about you

I want to dream about us

So many grubby hands

Pulling on my apron strings

 

The difference between us

Your nightmares come at night

and mine visit in daylight

bringing flowers.

 

 

 

9-27-06

© 2006 Anne Westlund

 

Image:  Korro, Sweden


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