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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started to write poetry some years ago, as a hobby. I have enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog... COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com}

Sunday, 24 November 2013

Missing Familiarity....


Planning an escape to the exotic,
A getaway from what is familiar.
Leaving behind old days of habit,
Surprise is such an infrequent caller.
Challenges incite a new excitement,
Faraway cities offer limelight living.
Suitcases contain uncharted hopes,
Dressed to impress and be impressed.
Foreign tongues and tastes to fathom,
Tick lists of sights to see and remember.
Rushing freedom into precious little time,
Pressure eventually points towards home.
The comfort of one’s own duvet and pillow,
Routine quells the pangs of our separation.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 24/11/2013

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12 comments:

  1. UnknownSunday, November 24, 2013

    Your poetry is very nice and I am sorry to hear of your plight. I have had my work stolen too and it is very frustrating. I how you get justice.

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  2. MarySunday, November 24, 2013

    Eileen, I hope it is true that you will be going somewhere exotic, that your suitcases ARE packed. It is always wonderful to experience interesting places, especially if they are VERY different than one's own.

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  3. Brian MillerMonday, November 25, 2013

    hey that would be way cool...can i hide in your luggage? ha. i love to travel. find new places. taste new cultures.

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  4. Sherry Blue SkyMonday, November 25, 2013

    I can hear the excitement of a trip - "suitcases contain uncharted hopes" - but I'm with you on the homeward turning, and the comforts of one's own duvet and pillow!

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  5. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerMonday, November 25, 2013

    I loved this Eileen--especially the close--but I too ,love to travel and when I get home again, I ache for the familiar

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  6. TALONMonday, November 25, 2013

    We need those little trips to reinvigorate the ordinary everyday we take for granted. This was awesome, Eileen. Enjoyed so much!

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  7. revelationsMonday, November 25, 2013

    being a wanderer myself this was very appealing... all the emotions ..anticipation.. the joy... and the tinge of sadness when you must return ...

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  8. Sumana RoyMonday, November 25, 2013

    my condition is somewhat like yours...but i love to travel....love your exciting line of 'Suitcases contain uncharted hopes,'.....:)

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  9. SusanMonday, November 25, 2013

    "Surprise is such an infrequent caller." Yes to your entire poem. At times, we have to pack up to go visit surprise.

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  10. kaykualaMonday, November 25, 2013

    It's fun to be traveling and to experience new things and sights. It's a sojourn enough to give that whiff of fresh air but great then to be back to home again after a while. Have fun Eileen!

    Hank

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  11. aspiritofsimplicityMonday, November 25, 2013

    wonderful! I hope you have the opportunity to go somewhere wonderful

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  12. Other MaryMonday, November 25, 2013

    You've captured the feeling,o(r should I say feelings?) so well. The longing and excitment of travel, and then the comfortable feeling of going back home again. Wonderful!

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