Perspectives are of details
That limit what we see
So what we see will benefit
Our subjectivity.
If I were walking from here
Upon adventures tossed
I’d mark this “home”,
Then go and roam
And try not to get lost.
Linked to dVerse Poetics hosted by Mish from mishunderstood.wordpress.com with the prompt being to choose a sign and write about that as a prompt. I selected a set of familiar street corner signs near where I live that included a walking guy caution sign.
Photo: “Home” by the author.
So much easier to leave a home if you know it’s there to greet you when you’re coming back
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Or remembering how to get back. But if one takes too long it might not be there when one does come back. Thanks, Björn!
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Hi Frank. I like the first quatrain of this. I’m not sure about the meter of the first line of the second, or the inversion of ‘upon adventures tossed’.
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Sorry, I meant ‘I like the first four lines of this’.
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The inversion is odd and is only there so “tossed” can rhyme with “lost”. Good point though. It isn’t the way we naturally speak. Thanks, Ronnie!
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Home is always a steady path for me ~ I can get lost walking about in my adventures but I want to mark that way that lead to home.
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Usually we can find our way back and we want to get back usually. Thanks, Grace!
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I love coming home after visiting other places, especially cities – I know where I am as soon as we get to the Norfolk border – with my eyes shut (but only if my husband’s driving!).
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Coming home puts all the details in their comfortable places. It is a good think your husband’s driving. 🙂 Thanks, Kim!
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It’s always good to arrive back home….and how nice that in your neighborhood, drivers are warned “people walk here.”
If we’re warned about possible deer crossings in the country, then why not people crossings too?
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That particular warning sign is there because parents walk their children to the grade school and often cross the street there. The street isn’t very busy or there would be a traffic light there, but it can get busy during rush hours. Thanks, Lillian!
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After a few weeks of a road trip, or vacation–it’s home again, home again–jiggidy-jig. We’ve been in our home 25 years now, & have decided to settle in here for the duration. Thanks for sharing your other photo at my site–feel free to post more. I like your eye.
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Thanks, Glenn! I have a few other photos that might be appropriate for that site. We plan to stay where we are also. It has been almost 15 years for us.
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Our perspectives. From here it starts.
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That’s a good way of putting it. We need a perspective for the journey to begin. Thank you!
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This is beautifully tender and heartfelt! We mustn’t lose our way home inspite of all those adventures! 😉
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Hopefully one can find one’s way back eventually. Thanks, Sanaa!
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Caution: may lose way if wander too far from home!
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Since I walk a lot, that sometimes happens. I make sure my phone is charged when I am on an unfamiliar trail and the GPS is working. Thanks, Lynn!
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Happy trails 😊
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And see, this is where my craziness kicks in. I would mark it home and TRY to get lost. I enjoy the way you wrote it, though! I totally get the off-to-adventure mindset.
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I can see being in situations where I would want to get lost as well. At the moment I like that convenient home life-line when the urge for adventure becomes irresistible. Thanks, Charley!
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You’re welcome! And, yeah, home has its advantages.
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That guy on the sign looks just like you! 😉 I like this meditation on the beginning of a walk.More walkabout poems, please.
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Thanks! I was thinking that guy was me when I was writing the poem. I am glad you like this poem-mediation. I suppose it is like a meditation.
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Signs do seem to bring up the topic of seeing and perception. Talking about landmarking ‘home’ I always take an extra moment to look where my car is when parking in a large parking lot….sort of like marking home.
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I do that also. I even try to park in roughly the same place each time so I know more or less where to look. It is like marking home prior to setting off on a journey as you mention. Thanks, Janice!
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The secret to a successful life is to remember our roots, else we lose our way. Wise words!
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That’s a good way to put it. We need that connection back to our roots to help us move forward. Thanks, Beverly!
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Always enjoy the rhythm of your poetry. I like the sound of “adventures tossed”. I’d rather be traveling than be at home and never get homesick, but we do need that base to return to.
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Having that base is a preferred perspective. All the others we run into are compared to it. I am glad you liked the rhythm, Mish!
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As Dorothy said, “There’s no place like home.” 😉
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That does sum it up perfectly. Thanks, Candy!
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The signs have their own story to tell about a place like the one you’ve used in your poem. And we need to listen to it. Moreover the sign itself is a relief and home to me if there is one near my home.
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When driving, the signs I run into along the way let me know how much further I have to go. The more often I see them, the more familiar they become as if they have become an extension of home. Thanks, Sumana!
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Wonderful poem Frank. I loved these lines:
“Perspectives are of details
That limit what we see
So what we see will benefit
Our subjectivity.”
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Thank you! I am glad you liked that stanza.
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I really enjoyed your rhyming.
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Thanks, Liz! I try to make the sound work just in case the message falters.
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Anchors to hold us, not bind us. Loved the way it told it.
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Yes, anchors give us the ability to explore beyond them. Thank you!
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Outstanding poem, Frank. Not only is home a visual, it is a mindset.
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It is a mindset as well, as you mention. It would be the way we become used to seeing things and that gives us a framework on which we can see things differently as well. Thank you, Eugenia!
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It is said, we like to be lost, so good to return home!
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The potential terror of being lost makes home more precious. I remember being lost with two relatives in a small park a decade ago with winding, interlacing paths and no signs pointing to an exit–and evening approaching with its mosquitoes. We created our own map out with visual reminders of how we got in. Thank you for your comment!
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I like how the sign serves as a reminder of “home”. I do the same in parking lots that you and Janice mention. As someone who’s directionally challenged, it does help.
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I even get my lefts and rights confused. I usually rely on my phone’s GPS to get around which is a kind of sign. Thanks, Lynn!
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Thank goodness for GPS, right? My dad used to say he could get lost in a shoe box. I guess I got my sense of direction, or lack of, from him.
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The photograph and the words are an excellent combination, Frank.
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I am glad you liked the combination. Thank you, Robbie!
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It is so true–there is a homing device within us and as far as we may want, we eventually can’t wait to return. Of course, our real home is found anywhere are long as those we love are there.
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That’s true. Home expands and contracts and shifts based on where our loved ones are. Thanks, Victoria!
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It’s best not to get lost when walking from one’s home. A mental breadcrumb trail is helpful. 🙂
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Come to think of it, the GPS and some apps can even plot a history of where we have been. They are like breadcrumbs as long as we have a signal. Thanks, Linda!
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Guideposts
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to
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HoMe..
Castle WAlls
SoUL Rise HiGher Lost
And Found iN SeeK and FiNd..
As ‘they’ say Home is what we construct
DancESinG
Trees or
Forest
Ocean
GRains
Of Sand hOld
Hands WeatHeR
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or storm of waves iN Tide
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Out
Breeze
ContinueS oN
FReED oR PriSoN sAMe..
Oh.. Hi Frank.. almost forgot
to say Hi Frank Nice to see you..:)
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Nice to hear from you, Fred! Yes, “Home is what we construct”. Thank you!
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Laying
Bricks
As we sPeaK..:)
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Thank you!
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If you do get lost, this home would guide you back. Wonderful poem, Frank.
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I usually don’t stray far enough away to get lost, but perhaps I should sometime. Thanks, Sara!
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