I don’t know exactly when
The movers came, packed,
Then departed with my soul.
Or maybe it ditched
Over the Pacific,
With no parachute.
Yet I don’t mind the simplicity,
The sunlight, the space.
And you are free,
To come only as you are.
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simplicity…sunlight…space
All things I deeply crave. I love the freedom this offers…the packing up of soul.
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Thanks. Yes, sometimes better if we are out of our own way.
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And have room to allow other people.
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I think this is what we seek, and i love the acceptance in the last stanza despite the ominous movers in the first stanza
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Thanks. I think most people would say, “wasn’t it your *self*, e.g. ego etc. that is gone?” I guess, maybe. I don’t really know the answer. So I put it out there as best I could.
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That was a unique way to describe the soul ditching over the Pacific without a parachute.
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Those movers are sinister – I’m glad about the simplicity, / The sunlight, the space’.
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The last two stanzas are so liberating – when you are free yourself you can welcome others as they are :o)
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Interesting concept of getting out of our own way. I tend to think along these lines too. Question then is who is doing the getting out part?
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Ah yes. Good question.
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answers on a postcard?
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Ahaha! With 44 words and using “free”
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Clever.
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I was thinking, as you said above, that the word ego could be substituted for soul but then again to have a soul is a heavy think, so ditching all that over the pacific would be freeing. Glad you didn’t edit over your instinct on that word. Really nice poem!
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Thanks. Yes, that was my sense too, that even the “soul-as-self” (vs ego-as-self) seems to have weight, baggage even.
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Especially if you went to Catholic school!
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Ahahaha! So I’ve heard.
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A complete surprise from where I assumed this was headed. What a delightful poem.
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Thanks!
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Ah yes. There so much beauty in simplicity. In being raw.
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Sounds like you’ve tossed feelings aside – and it’s easier this way.
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Yes, it is not without cost (maybe great cost). But if it seems to be true, you have to carry on anyway. What else can you do? Maybe try and make lemonade out of lemons as the old saying goes.
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I don’t know, but this feels more sinister to me. This feels ‘Robert Johnson at the crossroads’ dark. Now, if you had used the ego instead of soul, it would feel differently; one is owned and the other, given, in the spiritual sense. Getting out of one’s way, as you say, is a freeing of the ego and I get that. Having soul packed up or ditched stikes me as a loss of self that is beyond the ego. One is temporal and the other eternal. Maybe melancholy is a better descriptor than sinister, but I don’t feel freedom; I feel loss.
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Yes, I intended that sort of tension. I did mean soul in the fullest sense. And to be berereft of it. But what is left when that is gone? What space might exist? I don’t have a satisfying answer here. Sort of abandoned with nothing left to lose clarity.
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But weirdly OK, but that is just me.
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As someone who has moved more times than I’d care to count… the discussion on soul, ego, being, et al… well, if the movers were some of the more inept ones I’ve heard tell of, your “free”-ing might not be all that self-motivated. But I digress. Freed of soul, parachute or no, surreptitious men and a truck, what have you, leaves you hollowed of being. I reference the episode of The Simpsons, where Bart sells his soul as a goof, and discovers he has lost his sense of humor. Your poem is more thoughtful than that; but equally subtly dark.
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Thanks.
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Terrific poem – reminded me of the movie ‘cold souls’ – when Paul Giamatti was asked ‘how do you feel?’ after having his soul extracted – ‘lighter, definitely lighter.’ Cheers.
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this left me with a feeling of calm – ditching those heavy things
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I see the soul as who you really are. Shouldn’t the rest of me be a packing and moving? Body, will, mind? Hmm. I like your point though, space and simplicity and light…that is all freeing stuff.
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I’m left felling oddly ambivalent. There is light and space, but I wonder if the cost is too high? It felt numbing…also, I read the ending as slightly sinister, don’t know why. Looking at the comments, you’ve created lots of different readings in just 44 words!
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Thanks!
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Love this poem…deep and light all at once.
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I never thought to be freed from my soul. But maybe my soul has often mused to be free of me?
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Ah, yes. Possibly.
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Oh….this idea of the movers packing and moving with your soul…..I am really mulling that over in my mind….
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lovely (K)
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“the simplicity,
The sunlight, the space.”
Yes, the most simplest things that matter in life is the simple happiness of life itself.
Love it. 🙂
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This bit speaks to me…The movers came, packed,
Then departed with my soul…this is what happened…for a while…
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The sinister, melancholic undercurrent … Somehow this brought to mind a spell of depression or something like that. Are you really alright my friend?
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Oh my, yes! I’m quite well. Thanks for asking though. When I wrote the poem I was definitely in a contemplative mood, and not so sure where my soul began or ended or the meaning of it etc. as I expressed in the poem. But I hope I left some room for hope!
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Hope … I suppose that depends on how the “you” and “free” at the closing are interpreted. 🙂
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Yes. The possibility, but not the certainty…
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Change is difficult but often proves for the better on down the road… liked the idea of a piece of your soul in the moving van!
Dwight
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