The Homecoming

Something's changed, I don't recall this door.
The mat that once read 'welcome'...now gone. 
Am I lost in the night, or had I forgotten some slight..
had my address been quelled by another time?

The new curtains in the bay window seem nice,
though..not the deep blue highlighted sash you fell for.
And on that foreign floor, a sweet Labrador lies napping.
Not the lightning fast hound rescued from the shelter.  

My key's jingle, so hollow in sound, questions me now..
whether I know left from right, right from wrong.. 
Two boots waited, under an unfamiliar porchlight,
neither I recollect as my own.. 
every sunset I knew seemed to've gone.  

I stepped back from a stranger's stair, perhaps deceived by my own eyes..
retracing my tired steps from the long day, to the oak in the yard,
was it always that tall?   
 
Surely the messages you left would offer a solution from this lunacy,
a chance at a door opening, inviting me, lovingly from this nightmarish scene. 
But they had all disappeared.., save one.

Staring hollow eyed into the dimming display's abyss, I read the last will..
your last thought retraced..in taps' mournful horn.   
The air in my lungs abandoned me, my shoulders suddenly 
weighing so heavy, in a torn and bloodied uniform.      
       
Somehow the night sky was no longer mine to share..
absent your side, shaking my head in my hands..
my God, how could it be?

The door and locks changed, the porchlight rearranged, 
the blue curtains went too,
The scratch of toe nail's click clack.. nowhere to be found,
even the dog was removed. 

Turning away from the lawn to the long sidewalk, oblivion my companion,
I laughed out loud at the fool and folly and future that lie in store.  
There's a fine line between truly belonging.., and only being,
bitter lesson learned at a strange door.. 

Finally saddeningly, maddeningly.. it dawned,
why everything was tipped on its face.  
Your last message, echo'd in my broken mind..,
'you've been replaced'.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021



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Date: 5/11/2021 6:54:00 AM
Wow... powerful, sad, and full of lessons... Excellent write. Ann
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Date: 2/9/2021 9:55:00 AM
Amazing write. I read it quite a few times, gripping tale superbly written. There is a fine line between truly belonging and only living. Great line. From comments below I realised it was a ghost. But this can apply to anybody, a soldier, s fire fighter, a police officer, anybody with a torn and bloodied uniform. You are a great poet indeed.
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Date: 2/13/2021 6:01:00 PM
Rama, Thank you for this comment. Do they know that they've gone and have they paid too high a price. Many wonder sometimes. -Richard
Date: 1/29/2021 8:21:00 AM
Quite an eerie tale Richard, it reminded me of a tale from the twilight zone. Hope you have a lovely weekend. Tom
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Date: 2/13/2021 5:55:00 PM
Tom. Thanks for reading and reminding me of one of my favorite shows. -Richard
Date: 1/27/2021 7:31:00 AM
I say wow too! I see Judy's comment and I thought it was a soldier too, but I have now read your explanation. Very well written. I was drawn right into this Richard! Excellent :)
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Date: 2/13/2021 5:53:00 PM
Hello Heidi, Thank you for reading this ghost story. Heard a gentle knock and the dog barked at the stair. When I opened the door, no one was there. -Richard
Date: 1/26/2021 6:59:00 AM
WoW! Sounds like a soldier coming home and finding it gone. Too sad. A fine write my friend. God Bless, JB
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Date: 1/26/2021 7:55:00 AM
Judy, Yes, it could be a soldier. Or perhaps, a fireman from 9-11 returning to the safety of the suburbs. Only to find the tree in the yard had grown while he was gone. -Richard
Date: 1/25/2021 4:52:00 AM
To me this is a masterpiece. Yes, it definitely shows as the work of a master poet.. A fav, a true gem too. GOD bless..
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Date: 1/26/2021 7:52:00 AM
Hi Robert, Thank you for such a thoughtful comment. If it struck a nerve I'm sorry and you're welcome. May God bless you and your too. -Richard
Date: 1/24/2021 7:19:00 PM
A sci-fi masterpiece, my friend. Bravo, ~ Gershon's Bot
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Date: 1/26/2021 7:49:00 AM
Gershon, Thanks for the comment. Sometimes reality is stranger than fiction. -Richard
Date: 1/24/2021 12:54:00 PM
I see by your comment to Victor that this was a tribute to heros that never returned from catastrophes. I was taking it as something simpler but I can see it that other way too. This is very strong writing. You are SO good with plucking those heart strings, my friend!
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Date: 1/26/2021 7:47:00 AM
Andrea, You're a clever one. It started out that way. It turned to a write for others who made the ultimate sacrifice, and then somewhat regretted. Sometimes, I think just maybe, God and country don't really want us to go so soon. -Richard
Date: 1/23/2021 11:00:00 PM
If I hadn't spent the past two weeks crying, I would have wept! I hear the tears of my soul. What a moving Poem my friend...probably one of the most moving in two years. Such a gift you are in the house of Poetry Soup. Good night, God Bless. A fav, but of course. You are no tinkling glass of empty words, but a goblet of rich warm wine for our souls...rich and intoxicating in the starlit night. Panagiota xx Panagiota xx
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Date: 1/26/2021 7:42:00 AM
Panagiota, Thanks for the wine bit. Me and my ego liked that part a lot. If I may, why have you been crying for the past two weeks? -Richard
Date: 1/23/2021 2:59:00 PM
Sometimes, to footsteps of a ghost can be heavier then a real person standing at your door Richard, its message more loud then the boisterous words of the living. I should know, ... I speak to them, :)
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Date: 1/23/2021 9:17:00 PM
Mystic Rose, A realist says they know, an empath says they feel. I know neither but believe both. -Richard
Date: 1/23/2021 2:57:00 PM
wow Richard, no greater pain in the chest then that bitter emotion we feel when we first realize that we have been replaced. You write with such vivid imagery, one can only deem it partly true partly fiction. You have the mark of a true poet written all over your verse. Loved it from start to finish. Blessings.
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Date: 1/23/2021 9:26:00 PM
Blessings, yes. And to you the same. -Richard
Date: 1/22/2021 8:45:00 PM
This interesting and moving tale really kept me guessing for awhile, Richard. Very engaging and vividly portrayed. Best of wishes, Evelyn
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Date: 1/25/2021 7:54:00 PM
Of course he did. I thought you did amazingly well. Kindest regards, Evelyn :=)
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Date: 1/22/2021 11:39:00 PM
Evelyn, I am sorry to show such angst in discourse. The ghost in poem demanded no less. -Richard
Date: 1/22/2021 7:10:00 AM
Heart-wrenching Richard. A very stirring write. Your words eloquently expressed. I enjoyed it very much. :) Linda
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Date: 1/22/2021 7:20:00 AM
Linda, Thank you for this comment. Ever heard someone walk up to your door, but upon opening, no one was there? -Richard
Date: 1/21/2021 10:58:00 PM
Seems like the end for the writer. Very imaginative. Great write. ~~
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Date: 1/22/2021 7:18:00 AM
Victor, Thank you for the comment. This poem a sad tribute to the firefighters, cops, soldiers who left for work one morning and never returned. Or did they? -Richard
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