Because we all want to write more poems.
Visiting October New England
Often lost in books, words, stories,
A long ago childhood, a distant time,
A place with a mixture of misty relatives,
A place where I understood the seasons,
Each with its own sunlight and clouds.
A place where I misunderstood others,
Each with their own sensibilities and lives.
A place where I return for tastes of childhood,
Each with its flavor of the sea, Portugal, Acadia.
A place I travel to and see with new eyes,
Familial ghosts and the living of New Bedford.
A place on Cape Cod, where it curls into the Atlantic,
Jostled by Humpback whales with curious eyes,
Melville wondering who and what we have become.
- Clayton Medeiros's Shared Poems
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Benjamin Gorman
March 14, 2013
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Melville came back as a whale
should be the title of a pome! Love it!
I've written sonnets about a feeling of being drawn to the east, which has a place (though perhaps a lesser place) in my own history and family. Evocative. I want more details.
Clayton Medeiros
March 14, 2013
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Readers
I like the title suggestion. I am always intrigued at what readers find. I came out of the East and prefer now to live in the West. I love going back east periodically to dive into New York City, New Bedford and Cape Cod.