This year's National Poetry Day has the theme of "Home". This got me thinking, because there are two sides to everything. There's the part of me that loves my house and my things and everything I've built up over the years. And there's the writer part of me that's been-there-done-that and just wants to be on my own, to shut myself away for days and live in my own head without distractions or duties.
The best way I can illustrate it is with two contrasting poems.
For example, on the one hand, there is:
Ephemera is Me by Jan Jones
Home is a long swathe of responsible
Piles of memory
Backup upon backup of me.
Stuff I’ve chosen
Or been given and chosen to keep
Home is my food in the fridge
My mugs in the cupboard
The familiar where I expect to find it
So if you’re asking in your simplistic, minimalistic way
If home could be somewhere else?
But I’d have to bring all of myself with me.
You got a truck?
And yet on the other hand (and I love the allegory in this photo), there is:
Counting Links by Jan Jones
This is me
holding things together
fists clenched in my security, in what I have to do
here I am
with what I need to survive
pale fronds pulling me down, smothering hastiness
anchored by responsibility
because someone has to be
See what I mean? Two sides to every person and every place. I can't be the only person who feels like this, can I? The trick, I guess, is in how well we balance them.