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This Carson Grove
by Chris Sorrenti
There’s a place
That I know
Where I go from time to time
In the distance
I see the memory of what happened there
And in my heart
Still feel the love as much as I did then
A bridge between two shores
This place
This Carson Grove
A haven from the troubles of the world
I moved there as a boy
And left as a man
And I still go there
When I feel the craziness of the world
Seeping in
There’s a place
That I know
Where I go
And there are others
They are friends
Who I fought
Who I played with years ago
And I still see them from time to time
And when we are together
Carson Grove is again
Just a distant bridge between two shores
Where we all moved as children
And left as adults
Safe from the troubles of the world
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01/18/2014 Author's Note: Formerly titled and published by World Of Poetry Press as: A Bridge Between Two Shores, Sacramento, California (1988). Also published as This Carson Grove in Verse Afire, A Tri-Annual Publication of The Ontario Poetry Society, January-April 2010, Vol. 6 No. 1, I.B. Iskov Editor/Publisher (Toronto, Canada). I.S.S.N. 1715-0280
Posted on 01/18/2014
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/18/14 at 08:33 PM A reflective mood established in the first verses. The place, both real, and in the mind. The "bridge" takes you there anytime you wish to go. Takes me back to childhood. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 01/19/14 at 12:49 PM ***Stellar***
~a nice reflective work that I thoroughly enjoyed
[ps-I think I like the original title better for this work-but that is just IMHO] :-) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/19/14 at 01:34 PM I love the introspective quality of this, Chris, from which I gather that we can indeed go home, where the heart and the child in us as yet resides, where we all go from time to time to seek comfort and healing and to haven and to refuge from a world all too lacking in such comforts as are truly comforting and healing. |
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