the new home is high
to catch the summer breezes
Phil’s painting it now
in six more days we move in
there’s a huge rosemary bush
to catch the summer breezes
Phil’s painting it now
in six more days we move in
there’s a huge rosemary bush
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raining in Condong
don't take the steep hilly road
but up the highway
turning in at Chinderah
high out of flood range but flat
moving in the wet
Pottsville to Murwillumbah
and back many times
the new garage filling up
boxes and boxes and box…
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the
DVD works
we’ve sorted which desk is whose
where to feed the cats
and how we can beat the heat —
home begins to shape itself
we’ve sorted which desk is whose
where to feed the cats
and how we can beat the heat —
home begins to shape itself
These tanka were written in early 2010 when we did move from Pottsville to Murwillumbah. They were among many tanka written at that time, on various topics. I have only just now selected these out and put them together as a sequence (in the order they were written) so as to submit 20 lines for Poets United's Verse First: Moving.
Such busy happy days. I loved this look back, Rosemary and adore the names of the places.....way cool!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sherry. I should probably include a pronunciation guide! (They all have the stress on the first syllable, except for Murwillumbah which has it on the second.)
DeleteMe, too. Especially the desks and cats, centers of daily life.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely! :)
DeleteHome is where the heart is! :)
ReplyDeleteThis'll do very nicely. :)
DeleteYou seem to be at home with this style!
ReplyDeleteThank you. *Grin.*
DeleteI dread moving, but I wish we could afford a bigger house. I like how you found the DVD in a box and went from there. = )
ReplyDeleteI've done a lot of moving over the years. It's a stressful business. It was good to know this move - to a smaller house! - would be the last.
DeleteThis is lovely! Thanks so much for visiting my blog.
ReplyDeleteI really like the last line - home begins to shape itself. From a house to a home as you begin to fill the rooms and settle in.
ReplyDeleteThis took me to the times, when we moved houses. Could relate to it:)
ReplyDeleteHome begins to shape itself...don't we all just love that time when it does. I have recently moved in this new house and it is now slowly turning in to home.
ReplyDeleteGr8 one Mama...... It was so nice reading it..........
ReplyDeleteReminds so much of moving into our new house and the wonderful memories of making it home. Beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteReally nice feel to these, a hint of sadness but also hope
ReplyDeleteVery interesting set of Tanka, Rosemary. Each one is a delight to read. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteRosemary,
ReplyDeleteReminds me of our great move from Northern Ireland to England nearly twenty years ago. Sixty-eight boxes, just to start with....Sadness, yet fresh hope...
Eileen
That brought back many memories of several house moves. Nice. I enjoyed that.
ReplyDeleteDropping by from the Verse First linkup.