Sunday, 30 July 2017

Empty Nest

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This week my wife and I became 'empty nesters'. The experience prompted this poem;

Empty Nest

And now they've gone.
Where the stairs thundered,
silence.
Where guitars or music blared,
quiet.
The chatter at the table,
gone.
Excited voices through ceilings,
hushed.
The summons from the kitchen
not needed.
The slammed door,
the morning rush,
the toilet flush,
stilled.
I sit and wonder
the cacophony of
twenty one years
gone.

John Carré Buchanan
30 July 2017

10 comments:

  1. Richard Fleming31 July 2017 at 21:11

    Peace, perfect peace?

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    1. Yes Richard peace, but strange thing, it doesn't feel so perfect ;-)

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  2. No doubt you'll soon receive plenty of phone calls to ease the quietness.

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    1. I guess you're right, better make the most of it!
      Thanks for your comment Julian.

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    1. Yep, I guess I'm getting old now.... Thanks for your comment Martyn.

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  4. First of all I would like to say terrific blog!
    I had a quick question which I'd like to ask if you don't
    mind. I was interested to find out how you center yourself and clear your head before writing.
    I've had a tough time clearing my thoughts in getting my ideas out.
    I do enjoy writing however it just seems like the first 10 to 15 minutes are
    usually lost just trying to figure out how to begin. Any recommendations or hints?
    Cheers!

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    1. Thanks for your comment, I guess it depends on what I'm writing! If it is factual / information based poem, I do some research on the subject and then ideas fall in to place as I drop the facts on to the page. If it is more of an emotional piece I simply write when I'm in the mood and try not to force it. I do have a couple of hundred poems which are unfinished and occasionally I dip in to those and finish one off! I hope this helps.

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  5. Another phase of life for everyone, , less washing, fewer dishes but a tinge of sadness that tends to colour most things, at least for a while. However at home or not we remain their parents and they are always our kids :-) Tx

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    1. Very true Trudie, Thanks for your comment.

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