In Redfern thinking about Freeman’s Bay

31 Dec

In this house

 

in this house

where you’ve been

what you’ve seen

were the windows

 

in this house

where you’ve been

what you’ve seen

were the doors

 

in this house

where you sat

what you ate

were the words

 

in this house

where you stood

what you could

something say

 

in this house

you could open

windows doors

flapping wings

 

in this house

you could open

soul that heaven

upwards sings.

                                    – Mirolsava Odalovic

 

 

 

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4 Responses to “In Redfern thinking about Freeman’s Bay”

  1. Nadine Millar January 7, 2013 at 5:32 am #

    Beautiful, just beautiful. The Instabook review site is forcing me into the world of poetry in a way I haven’t really delved before – and it’s been so enlightening. The power of economy! Yet at the same time, somehow conveying a deeper meaning than if a thousand words had been used. What an artform.

    • sightbyte January 20, 2013 at 3:26 am #

      Hi Nadine,
      I’m home at last – the first day I’ve had all alone all day. I loved that poem too – so pleased you did.
      C

  2. barb austin January 20, 2013 at 3:07 am #

    Rina, you are missing home…or are you home, and so pleased to be? barb

    • sightbyte January 20, 2013 at 3:24 am #

      Home! But I did miss it at times!

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