Sunday, July 19, 2015

hiraeth


Source of soul and senses,
place of mind and heart,
so the land dispenses,
no matter if apart.

Smell of acrid eucalypt,
smoke of burning bush,
liquid crystal carolling,
magpies on the roof.

Cerulean the shining sky,
light bursts in a drench,
sunshine screams intensely;
so the day  is spread.

Creep of morning calmness,
drift of evening sighs,
so the earth stays breathing;
ancient, worn and wise.



















hiraeth
Hiraeth is a longing for one's homeland, but it's not mere homesickness. It's an expression of the bond one feels with one's home country when one is away from it.
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17 comments:

  1. BlogorattiJuly 19, 2015 at 8:44 PM

    What a delight and heart warming piece.

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  2. Vandana SharmaJuly 20, 2015 at 4:24 PM

    Just perfect poem and the last lines are so touching

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  3. XJuly 24, 2015 at 9:07 PM

    Nice. I like how you leave it a bit ambiguous, little snippets of senses - smells, touch, taste, things we see that remind us - that call to us, from home.

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  4. Marina SofiaJuly 24, 2015 at 10:05 PM

    Actually, that's rather a sinister description of place and time of day: your choice of terms depicts a country ravaged by heat and inhospitable:
    the acrid eucalypt, the burning bush, light drenches you, sunshine screams...
    I can relate to it right now...

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  5. rallentandaJuly 24, 2015 at 11:07 PM

    Beautiful poem. I can imagine you missing it....very cold winter this year....nice !
    You had better get back soon for a visit before the Liberal government sells it....:)

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  6. AnonymousJuly 24, 2015 at 11:28 PM

    for some reason, California and its drought came to mind.

    Once when we lived in Cleveland, we came back from a month away in Wyoming at our cabin and my girls who were about ten and eight at the time said - Dad Cleveland just smells good.

    thanks for reminding me.

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  7. TimoteoJuly 25, 2015 at 12:12 AM

    A potpourri of sight, sound, and scent.

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  8. ClaudiaJuly 25, 2015 at 12:46 AM

    we're in the middle of a heatwave over here in germany right now.. so i could feel every line of your poem

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  9. Sanaa RizviJuly 25, 2015 at 2:34 AM

    This is such a powerful write!

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  10. Glenn ButtkusJuly 25, 2015 at 2:42 AM

    Too often, at least for me, the memories of home/place were much more vivid than the reality of returning to a place of ghosts, strip malls, new freeways, & condo developments. But hey, your poem conveys your frustration with the bake oven wherever you are, being trumped by the memories of the past.

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  11. AnonymousJuly 25, 2015 at 4:22 AM

    You set the piece up so well with the title, and sent me off on a very enjoyable research trip.

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  12. ScarletJuly 25, 2015 at 10:46 AM

    I can relate to each line ~ Admiring the nature's touches ~

    Grace

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  13. Mon.EspritJuly 25, 2015 at 11:06 PM

    One of the very neatly handled intensities I read on Dverse today...I love it.

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  14. UnknownJuly 25, 2015 at 11:38 PM

    Those last two lines say it all. Wonderful piece!

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  15. Steve KingJuly 25, 2015 at 11:54 PM

    A wonderful sense of pace to complement this homage to place. Very nicely done, with such an array of descriptors and images.

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  16. Katie Mia FrederickJuly 26, 2015 at 4:30 AM

    FEELING Truth in
    Nature is never
    knowing
    lying life..:)

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  17. C.C.July 26, 2015 at 9:27 AM

    That first stanza captures the spirit of hiraeth so beautifully...I feel the nostalgia in it.

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