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Homesick

When I was a kid,
I took a job
working the iron ore mines
in far north west Australia

only criminals
or men on the run for other reasons
worked there then

and me
a bourgeois kid
18

my first night in town
I was rescued from serial rapists
the welcoming committee

Dave Mason,
who rescued me
I saw beaten to a bloody pulp
my last night in town
while I was held by the throat
above the ground
to witness

But

While I lived there
in fear and dissent
of values most horrid

I saw the universe.

Just wandered out of the lights
of the concentration camp,
called a workers residence

and looked up
into the clear desert sky.
Stars
like I had never seen before
in that bright black sky
3d
so deep
my knees crumbled
with vertigo,
this planet became tiny
truly
the universe became home to me

Will always be my home.

And leave me ever
homesick.

 

 

 

 

 

 

— weirdelf, Jul 13, 2007

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Region, Country: Sydney, Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: The Romantics, The Mersey Sound, The Beats and, of course, The Bard

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orgami

18 years 11 months ago

crucible

and so it goes the great beat of man while above him untouched spin the wheel of heaven an amazing poem Weirdelf amazing! thanks for sharing it ..O..
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kinganeye

18 years 11 months ago

I love this line

my knees crumbled with vertigo, Its so inspired its visually impossible and thats what I love about it. Most people look at life through blinkered vision 180 degrees however take the blinkers off and the you have 360 degree vision and thats what you are doing all round vision and all round possibilities. The only thing I would suggest is change west to western as thats how the aussie know it the Western teritories. John
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Conect11

18 years 11 months ago

like

my comment to Chuck, to review this as art almost seems violating. But, it is exquisite in its brutality as well as its salvation. I've had those moments, not like in the town, but the big moments, the "3d moments." But mine came in a cornfield in upstate New York, or in a parking lot in Brecksville, Ohio; the day I saw God face to face. Jess, this is painfully, astonishingly well written and despite the horrible thing you saw and experienced there the imagery in here is so vivid, so poignant, that it could illustrate a fine children's book. If that makes any sense. Mark
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barbsdad2003

18 years 11 months ago

Hey, Jess!

Nice going. This is the best example of great poetry---facts cloaked in feeling ... and from the heart. Chuck
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Quillsvein1

18 years 11 months ago

whew

I imagine this must have been difficult to write. Indeed, using that cliche "you're a survivor" is more than appropriate here. You turn the painfully personal into heartrending, matter of fact, and ultimately affirmative poetry. Great job.
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bellavistabear

18 years 9 months ago

Great Job!

Jess, Was this a work of fiction? Or was this actually taken from your past? Awesome job, excellent imagery escaping your dire circumstances as you gaze towards the night filled sky.. Keep up the good work. Brian (bellavistabear)
RSScheerer

RSScheerer

18 years ago

Homesick

A horrible and gut-wrenching story; can only imagine what it must have been like to put it on paper (and here I am, drudging it up again). That distinct moment of lucidity beneath the stars most likely saved your life and your sanity. I'm thankful for both. Best, Ronda
Rett

Rett

17 years 11 months ago

Wow Jess

This was moving. Scary as hell in the first part, been i9n some damn tight spots myself, but the last part was the kicker. I know exactly where you are coming from felling the awe of so many stars and this little island in a great big universe. Rett: The perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the wind is blowing, the birds are singing and the lawnmower is broken. "James Dent"
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Lonnie

16 years 4 months ago

I'm ashamed to say I missed this one!

and my apologies! This is a fantastic treat for poetic senses, and deserves to be read and appreciated by many! Extremely well-written, my friend!
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

And thank you for

And thank you for resurrecting Jess' poem, Lonnie. I have not ventured into anyone's archives before my arrival in 2008. Not enough time in the day. Perhaps I'll start. The cruelty of the world is ever juxtaposed with the sanctity of our lives when we know we are finally *home*. Jess I salute you! L'chaim! ~Anna
whitetea

whitetea

16 years 3 months ago

I imagine mine work leaves a

I imagine mine work leaves a lot of time for one on one confession like conversations. Have you ever revisited, even from a distance that old place?
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 3 months ago

no, nor likely to.

The land itself holds an appeal but has been ravaged by the mining. Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible