You Will Not See Me On This Day.
On This Day I Shall Be Known Only As
The Walls & The Curtains,
The Creeks In The Floor,
The Hum Of The Refrigerator,
The Furniture Encompassing The Hearth,
The Clothing Lining The Closet...
I Shall Be My Home, Not Its Inhabitant.
And When You Enter I’ll Welcome You As
A Place To Rest, To Dine, To Work, To Play...
But You’ll Not See Me On This Day,
On This Day I Shall Be My Home, Not Its Inhabitant
On This Day I Shall Be Known Only As
The Walls & The Curtains,
The Creeks In The Floor,
The Hum Of The Refrigerator,
The Furniture Encompassing The Hearth,
The Clothing Lining The Closet...
I Shall Be My Home, Not Its Inhabitant.
And When You Enter I’ll Welcome You As
A Place To Rest, To Dine, To Work, To Play...
But You’ll Not See Me On This Day,
On This Day I Shall Be My Home, Not Its Inhabitant
By The Poet Adjei
© 2011
The Word On The Word:
- I wrote this poem on a day that I didn't wish to venture outside my home & address the world. Looking back on it a couple days later it occured to me it can be interpretted as a poem on death, the idea of entering the home of a loved one just after they pass to collect & organize their things
This reminds be of total absorption or a dissolving. Taking in the surrounding's mood and essence. I like that it also reminds me of separating in a way from the self- letting the peace of where you are become what you are, and being in part better than you were.
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