Exile
Having abandoned one, I claim the other.
Rain speckles the driveway.
Solitude pays its toll with unmet expectations,
thunder receding, clouds shriveling to dust.
The mockingbird chirrs its cricket tune
before flying to a higher perch.
What you call home I call diminishment.
What you surrender, I bundle and mail to strangers.
“Exile” last appeared here in May 2017.
O at the Edges 
What you call home I call diminishment.
– what a brilliant and absolutely captivating line/phrase –
wholly unexpected in its place and yet, it literally stops the breath and mind – stunning, just stunning …
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Thank you, Pat. Perspective and perception…
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Absolutely breathtaking. Your words struck a chord within me and gave definition to some things I’ve been trying to capture. Just wow.
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Thank you, Susi. It’s all about those spaces between.
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No, thank you! 🙂
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“The mockingbird chirrs its cricket tune…”
I’ll bet that bird never disparages the notion of being an imposter, or worries whether he truly has anyone fooled. Such self-possession is a lofty aspiration for us. 🐦
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The mocker definitely knows its superior self.
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Reblogged this on On My Feet.
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Thank you for reblogging.
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So good…on so many levels.
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Aw, thank you, V.J.
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Every line is full of wonderment.
“Having abandoned one, I claim the other.”
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My days are full of wonderment, Ivor, even when I can barely feel it.
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