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One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.

Thursday, December 6, 2018

Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman: Homecoming




At this time of year, our thoughts turn to those we love. It is a time of coming home, of sharing the holidays with those closest to us, of celebrating love and connection. This song by the Beatles really pings my heart. I do my gift-wrapping to the Beatles, especially John Lennon, sometimes pausing to do a little step-and-hobble across the room. Smiles.

It seems we spend a lot of time looking back, as the decades roll by. We do our remembering, sometimes with chagrin, at times with regret, but most often with nostalgia, for the worst of times back then have, hanging over them, the golden shine of youth: all that hope and promise, all those dreams, before our hearts got too broken, years when we still believed they could be healed if just the right love came along.

Take us back to the people you remember, the places of homecoming at Christmas: places of the heart, places of arrival, the places that grew you up, blew you apart,  then mended you again. If you don't celebrate Christmas, it can be a homecoming for whatever celebration brings you and your dear ones together.

Maybe there was a person back there of whom you can say, in reverie: “I loved you more.”

I am really looking forward to reading your poems!






15 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Such a heart-warming post, Sherry. The Beatles make me nostalgic, always. Somehow they are the backtrack to so many of us born in the last third of the 20th century. The quote you selected is especially touching.. brings to mind so many people I have loved more.

Thank you.

Anmol (HA) said...

It's such a lovely prompt, Sherry. It was good to reflect on the last time I went to my hometown, and how it was both familiar and a bit painful at once.
Thanks for hosting, and for the thoughtful Beatles track. It does bring certain memories to the forefront. :-)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

It can be a nostalgic time of year, especially here in the western hemisphere, with our snowy memories of winters past. I am looking forward to reading your poetic memories.

Linda Lee Lyberg said...

Ah, Sherry tugging at my heart, this. A group of musicians played this song at my late husband's funeral. So, my poem is a walk back to the past.

Kim Russell said...

I love the Beatles and this prompt, although it brought a tear to my eye as I listen to the track and wrote my poem. Thank you, Sherry - I think I needed that.

Toni Spencer said...

A wonderful prompt Sherry. I love this song dearly and it always brings to mind places and people in the past. Just what I needed, a good cry.

Sherry Marr said...

Oh, Linda, I am so sorry for your loss - and from the song choice think I know perhaps a teensy bit of your husband's heart. Smiles. Oh my goodness, it appears I am mining your tears today - as they are always close to the surface in this season of my life, I find myself in good company!

Jim said...

Well, I tried. Today I watched TV, from seven in the morning until seven tonight. More than half the time was taken watching the last events of final care for President Bush. But I did get a start with my post during commercials, etc.
I liked him pretty well, and more so after I found of his WWII experiences from a VERY NICE DISPLAY in the Bush 41 Presidential Library. Like one of the spectators interviewed, there are fewer and fewer of his kind of men every day. I hope all of you got to see a lot too.
We had more still, ALL of his train ride up to College Station, where his library is located and next to that his burial garden. Our local Houston stations carried that part.
With all that and Sherry, your nice Beatle song, I am making plans for my last days. Like a better will and funeral plans. All my working life too was spent in Service, five years in Military and 43 as a civilian. I do not regret that, perhaps now and then some of the time spent in the Army. But I salvaged some and learned a career to help me get an engineer job, I was a college dropout. And I found out that I could study and make good grades. I was ranked # 3 of a class of 43, two other Warrant Officers beat me out. Found out I might still be college material which I later went back for three degrees. (this got long but it's here and if a Toad doesn't remove it I will not erase one jot, not even a "tittle".
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Susie Clevenger said...

Thank you Sherry. Your prompt took me to a childhood Christmas memory that has always been close to my heart.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Jim, thank you for your service. I agree, there is a type of....VALOR......as these old soldiers go that seems to be dying with them. I hope some of the young ones coming up can pick up the torch. I watched some of the honours. Jim, i wouldnt shorten your comment by a single jot either. Susie, i cant wait to read your poem! Thanks for writing to my prompt, friends.

brudberg said...

So sorry not to be able to write today... very busy with life and work.
I will see if I can write to this prompt later.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

No worries, Bjorn. It is a busy time. Thanks for stopping by.

rallentanda said...

A beautiful time of year and a sad time for many of us as well; Thank you for this lovely prompt.

Sherry Marr said...

Rall, thank you for your GIFT of a poem. It really made my day. I love it. Might you share it in the Pantry tomorrow as well?

Thank you, friends, for writing to my prompt. You exceeded my expectations, which were already high. I loved every poem.

rallentanda said...

Sure...that's fine. You can use any of my poems.