My Poetic Path

My journey…shared in poems, prose and photos.


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The Homecoming ( a short story, encore post)

Hot, stifling air. A far-reaching, almost eerie silence. The sky: brilliantly blue, generously dotted with billowy “mashed potato” clouds.Replicas and visions from younger, happier days.

All of these had remained, helping to sustain him through the long, lost days. He had known only to well, the many faces of hunger and thirst. The nights, hardest of all to bear.

He stood slightly stooped; his back to the sun. Sweat clinging the coarse denim shirt against his gaunt, slender frame. In spite of the relentless heat he felt a chill, deep inside. Cold to the bone. No clothing or blanket would warm that space; his needy soul and tattered heart.

The long, gold and maroon train, once again picking up speed. He watched its departure with mixed emotions. Waving a farewell to no one in particular. Passengers peering out of the now dusty windows; grateful to be moving again. Leaving behind the flat, unforgiving Prairies as the Transcontinental continued on its regular run, due West.

Faded brown-striped grip in one hand, the heirloom 12 string in the other. The latter, his only treasured possession. Handmade so many years ago. Lovingly polished and preserved. Miraculously unscathed in spite of life’s bumps along the way.

Too many miles; too many alone. Late nights and bar fights. Cheap booze, poker games and words gone awry. County jails and letters,never mailed.

Familiarity: once shunned, often despised, now craved. The old room. The same old stories. How they would make for a welcome, much-overdue change.

He trudged the last five, long miles along the well-worn path. Almost as worn as his one pair of shoes.

There would be shade trees so high and cool clear water, back on the farm. The now “old” dog announcing his arrival, long before he would tap on the frame of the carved screen door.  A warm welcome; wan smile? Her older but still beautiful face to greet him and hold him close? Perhaps. Perhaps not.

Only to rest awhile. Not to look over his shoulder or “watch his back”. To slowly unclench his rough calloused hands. To sleep as if a young boy again, under the sun-dried handmade quilt, laid upon his single bed.

The green grass and greener pastures still to be found. But not now. Not for a while.

Coming home….

His bronze face relaxed. Looking up, he breathed deeply. The rays of sun reflecting a smile.

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“The Homecoming” © 2008 Geraldine Helen Hartman. Revised 2015. 

PS: I wrote and first posted this story back in 2008.It came to mind the other night, when I was watching a movie about another homecoming. As I have many new readers here at My Poetic Path, I thought it was worthy of an encore. 😉 I hope you enjoy it.

Link to original post with readers’ comments

Photo courtesy of Flickr

 (Note: use of this photo was allowed when I downloaded it in 2008, but has since been disabled.  My thanks to the photographer for an excellent image that I think complemented this story so well. 


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My Holiday Wishes….

Christmas for MPP 2014

 

The words to this beautiful song keep running through my mind lately.

Not actually a Christmas “tune” but the lyrics  seemed perfect for a holiday greeting

♥♥♥

PS: I’m catching up with some end-of-year projects right now so won’t be blogging much until the New Year. 

In the meantime, wishing you a magical holiday season! 🙂


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Handmade and Heartfelt Holiday Gifts!

Well, the WordPress snow has now arrived so it definitely ’tis the season’ to think about gifts, of all kinds. 😉

I hope you find this recent post from Veggies, Yarns & Tails, helpful and inspiring.

I really do think heartfelt gifts are the way to go, all year round.

Have a wonderful, magical week! 🙂

VEGGIES, YARNS & TAILS

gift ideas 2013

I ♥ handmade and heartfelt gifts, to give and to receive.

Made with ♥, special and one of a kind gifts. Also, giving of our time, in big and small ways. Treasures and memories that will be enjoyed and remembered for years to come.

Gotta ♥ all those reasons and more. 😉

On the eve of Black Friday, I thought I’d share some suggestions here at Veggies…for easy to make handmade gifts and other ideas, just in time for Christmas.

What is your fav handmade gift that you’ve made for someone or received?

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From the kitchen:

Easy Chocolate Hazelnut Clusters

Slow Cooker Party Mix

The BEST Gingersnap Cookies

Spicy Honey Almonds

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Knit and Crochet:

52 Free Dishcloth Patterns 

Some Lovely Knit Shawls

Five Spring Knit Cowls

How to Knit Socks and an Easy Peasy Pattern

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 Giving of Your Time and Talents

(the most special gifts of all, IMO)

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Vanished!

After seeing a beautiful little girl sitting alone in a store doorway yesterday, while her parents (I’m assuming they were her parents) were sitting a long distance away, having lunch and not even watching her closely ; I felt compelled to reblog this poem/post.

So many of these tragedies may never have happened, if parents/guardians had been more diligent and careful.

Seeing things like this bothers me so much….

Beware, the danger and the predators.

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Gone in the blink of an eye.

The empty swing, still swaying in the afternoon breeze.

Leaving only questions and despair.

As life fades to black.

 

Beware, the predators.

Waiting, seeking their innocent prey.

Silent, evil power.

Shrouded in the persona of non-descript and ordinary.

Seamlessly blending with the mundane of:

“just another day”.

 

A young life, cut short.

Precious sons and daughters.

Never to be replaced.

 

Toy soldier, standing guard.

Dolls, sitting on a shelf.

A film of dust, softens the lifeless features.

Untouchable.

Constant reminders of unbearable loss.

 

Gone in 60 seconds.

As if a wisp of smoke.

Another troubled soul.

Rises up to join the sky.

 

Be wary, be diligent, be ever on guard.

Code-Amber.

May this loss.

Never be yours.

 

“Vanished” © 2008 Geraldine H. Hartman

Photo courtesy of Flickr

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It’s Enough

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The path, when viewed.

Littered with all kinds of debris.

Past failures, wrong turns.

The might haves.

The could have beens.

 

But through the darkness and uncertainty.

The clouds of one more grey and dreary day.

Beyond the routines, remainders and reminders.

The light still shines.

 

Focus there.

Like a moth to a candle.

Dwell on it, in the now.

One step: bravely and soundly forward.

Resolute, not tentative.

Standing tall.

Unafraid.

 

It’s enough.

 

That one foot forward will lead to the next.

Savor, the feeling of letting go.

And of believing, once again.

 

It’s enough.

 

To leave tomorrow, to tomorrow.

The future, still to come.

Seize this day!

Savor and squeeze ever bit of goodness,

From these minutes.

These hours.

 

It’s enough.

 

All we really get.

And all, we really need.

The light beckons and warms.

Shines brightly and breaks through.

We glimpse again, our “lost” horizon.

 

It’s enough.

 

To grasp only the “small” picture, for now.

The puzzle pieces revealing,

such unexpected beauty.

Finally, as they fall into place.

 

Some names, places, faces.

Left behind and to the past.

They have served their purpose.

Now, with other roads to travel.

 

None to be regretted.

To know and to accept.

They have come and gone, for a purpose.

Leaving us, wiser and stronger.

If nothing else.

 

It’s enough.

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 GHH/ 2014

PS: I’m finally back online, still learning all the do’s and don’ts of Windows 8 and my new computer.

I hope to be around to visit all my fav blogs by this weekend. A LOT of catch-up to do!!!

In the meantime, hope you enjoy this poem that was inspired by a fantastic book I read last week while I was without a computer or internet access: Living With Gusto. It is SO worthwhile. One of the best, inspirational books I’ve read in a very long time.

Happy Week to All! 🙂


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Light a Candle, Say a Prayer, Make a Wish…

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How well I remember this lovely ritual from my childhood; visiting our small, neighbourhood church.

Now, I send out this wish to my blog friends:

That you will find the true wonder and magic of this beautiful season.

And may all your wishes for the new year come true.

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PS: I am taking a short blog break.

Will be around to visit at your blogs and then, see you next year! 😉

Photo courtesy of: Flickr


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The True Spirit of the Holidays

***I STILL LOVE CHARLIE BROWN AND HIS SPECIAL HOLIDAY MESSAGE. ***

HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS ENCORE HOLIDAY POST

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I’m a big fan of Charlie Brown! 🙂

You can read more about the background behind Charlie Brown’s Christmas and it’s special message here. 

After all these years, it still rings true…

                                           

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