The right house is like the right person: sometimes you just know.
I don't believe in love at first sight or any of that shit either, but I kept coming back to this one because I could just tell it was going to be THE house, too-small garage and all.
When my only child moved into her first permament housing during the second year of college, I felt the too quietness of the house. My spouse travelled every week to that tech capitol of the West Coast. Your poem reminded me of those days when I went into my now adult child's bedrrom to sit on her bed to remember those sweet days.
Every living thing has its own consciousness even stars, the white moon, and the planets breathe in their own state. Your poetry is a lovely expression. It warms my deep, inviting soul and cools its exterior walls. Thank you Sherman for this piece of beauty's core.
Exactly what I do when the wife & daughter go camping or head back to the Rez. I stay back with the pets. Walking around in my underwear, trying to figure out what to eat. Fall asleep on the couch watching professional wrestling or something else instead of mowing the lawn. Hahahhaha great stuff.
All of the above is so true. Over 3 years ago, I lost my wife of 47 years.i have written a number of poems in dealing with her loss. Here is one of them,
A Retrospective
What am I doing here living alone?
He heard himself say.
None of us can foresee the future,
Though, yes, he knew it would end this way.
But still after all this time,
It does feel strange,
Another being who was sharing this space with you is gone,
And one’s life gets rearranged.
Life is what happens while we’re busy making other plans,
Lennon told us many years ago.
But we were too young,
Out lives full of hopes and dreams,
To really understand and to know.
Nothing is permanent, nothing stays.
Yet love itself in a multitude of ways.
And despite the pain that refuses to go away,
I can still marvel at the wonder and beauty I feel most every day.
So now i sit here
In the same room where she and I shared our lives and watched our shows.
Love this. Brought memories of my own similar time, two weeks alone while my husband and daughter were on a road trip. I thought I was going to love every minute of it of my time alone, but what I really loved was the day they came back. Beautiful writing.
Nice one
I love this poem.
The right house is like the right person: sometimes you just know.
I don't believe in love at first sight or any of that shit either, but I kept coming back to this one because I could just tell it was going to be THE house, too-small garage and all.
When my only child moved into her first permament housing during the second year of college, I felt the too quietness of the house. My spouse travelled every week to that tech capitol of the West Coast. Your poem reminded me of those days when I went into my now adult child's bedrrom to sit on her bed to remember those sweet days.
Every living thing has its own consciousness even stars, the white moon, and the planets breathe in their own state. Your poetry is a lovely expression. It warms my deep, inviting soul and cools its exterior walls. Thank you Sherman for this piece of beauty's core.
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Beautiful poem!! Thank you, Sherman. 💕
To add to the praise, fantastic poem, and yes, seeing the immanent in the everyday is a real gift. I've shared. Thank you.
Thanks, David.
The brilliance of writing about everyday things. Thank you Sherman.
Thanks, Donna.
Exactly what I do when the wife & daughter go camping or head back to the Rez. I stay back with the pets. Walking around in my underwear, trying to figure out what to eat. Fall asleep on the couch watching professional wrestling or something else instead of mowing the lawn. Hahahhaha great stuff.
Hahahahahahaha. Awesome!
Beautiful and touching. Reminding me of a possibility I don’t like to think about.
Thanks!
All of the above is so true. Over 3 years ago, I lost my wife of 47 years.i have written a number of poems in dealing with her loss. Here is one of them,
A Retrospective
What am I doing here living alone?
He heard himself say.
None of us can foresee the future,
Though, yes, he knew it would end this way.
But still after all this time,
It does feel strange,
Another being who was sharing this space with you is gone,
And one’s life gets rearranged.
Life is what happens while we’re busy making other plans,
Lennon told us many years ago.
But we were too young,
Out lives full of hopes and dreams,
To really understand and to know.
Nothing is permanent, nothing stays.
Yet love itself in a multitude of ways.
And despite the pain that refuses to go away,
I can still marvel at the wonder and beauty I feel most every day.
So now i sit here
In the same room where she and I shared our lives and watched our shows.
I have my memories, my family and friends,
And can unashamedly say,
“that’s how my life goes.”
"watched our shows" really hit me in the heart. So true.
Love put into words. Storge.
Thanks, Kathy.
Lovely, Sherman. Thank you…
Thanks, Sean.
Love this. Brought memories of my own similar time, two weeks alone while my husband and daughter were on a road trip. I thought I was going to love every minute of it of my time alone, but what I really loved was the day they came back. Beautiful writing.
Thank you, Tina.
My Generation Space still has a sofa that needs replace and orange shagg however when I arrive from another city I zen it and feel peace , Home feelin
Yes!