Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I carried load after load
of my possessions
to a new space.
As if an alien hand
had ahold of my shoulder,
pulled me amiably along,
through it all.

Saw a few flashbacks,
of moves in the past,
more people, pizzas, beer.
This time just me.
No one else to consider.
Only the moments,
little incredulous bumps of joy.

All those shopping bags
I bought because I forgot,
came in handy.
Held my trinkets well,
while I the robust muse,
hoisted all my favorite things,
towards sanctuary.

love those, "little incredulous bumps of joy"......that make up a poem.....
hope the new digs create ever more bumps.......

Your poem touched me, moved me
my eyes watering

beautiful poem Theda.
sanctuary unto you

i like the poem
moving can be a bit complicated
is
easier when you are younger
but today
i have lightened my load-take it easy- excellant poem

Wholly, But, Uniquely, Solely, Hardly, Merely, Particularly, Alone, Purely, Simply, Totally, Nothing but, Utterly, At most, Entirely, Just, Plainly

the

instants, bits, twinklings, cracks, dates, flashes, points in time, hours, junctures, occasions, shakes, winks, ticks, breaths.

Small skeptical jolts of bliss.

XO
H

essence of the move.........

after awhile you get tired of moving shit around in circles and you give it all away-