I Want to Move to a Place with a Better Climate – A Poem

Here, our words turned hot

from sunbathing sizzle

to lobster pot boiling.

Here, outer shells were shed

as were inhibitions

and gloves.

Here, our friendship froze

Hearts that were unique snowflakes

Refused to be thawed


Somewhere else, the breeze brings the scent

of salt water shed because of

The lost of connections

Somewhere else, heat bakes stones

That refused to be thrown

Or made into walls

Somewhere else, curiosity trumps judgment

Words move feet

To makes space

Somewhere else a smile is welcome

Here, a smile is a privileged challenge.

This past week, my head was consumed with a political issue that turned personal (hence the lack of posts or catching up with all of you lovely writers). I think in the current state of the USA, these types of scenarios can’t be helped, especially as a woman and person of color. The white woman I was talking to said “You can’t talk about peeling back the layers of the onion if you don’t want to see what’s underneath.” I kept on telling her that I don’t mind peeling back layers, that I wouldn’t be doing that if I wasn’t curious about the layers and if I wasn’t prepared to discuss the layers. I think she didn’t like the way her layers were looking or maybe she didn’t like the smell of her part of the onion. Either way, tears were shed.

This poem incorporates Patrick’s Pic and a Word Challenge #171 – Words, Hélène’s “What do you see?” Picture Prompt ( the picture above is courtesy of her prompt), Devereaux and Beth at the Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt (use the word “somewhere” twice in a poem) and Lillian at dVerse Poetics (use the word “shed” in a poem).

©️ iido 2019

29 thoughts on “I Want to Move to a Place with a Better Climate – A Poem

  1. deeply sensitive poem my dear, i know how these issues affect you and can manifest in some physical pain too. people are blinded by their insecurities, we can’t change them, we can just do our part making this world a better place. love the part about the bricks, heat bakes stones, and we human decide what to do with it, ah if only the bricks or walls could talk, they would say i never wanted to be here at all. this is a powerful poem. we may be small in number, we who believe in the human spirit but our energy is contagious, we just need to push through all the bricks. well done on all the prompts and forms!!

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    • Thank you so much! These types of interactions make me heart sick – especially when I feel like I try to make a connection and am rejected. Bricks make walls but also bridges and homes.

      Reading through some of the lovely words from poets (like you!) has restored my spirit – it has been a good reminder of the beauty in this broken world.

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      • Yes me too. I so want to understand and allow grace but its almost impossible.

        I visited the national building museum… The story behind the bricks was interesting. In order to avoid fire destroying the archives almost the entire building is made of bricks.

        Just like our words bricks can build or break down. We need to chose and be brave with that choice. You are making a difference. With you words. I can’t write like this… You can and do it well.

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  2. it’s your sensitivity that makes this poem really powerful!

    Bigoted people don’t cope well when even one layer is removed … it’s hard to face our faults … you were gentle and kind, that’s all that matters 🙂

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  6. It has been a pleasure watching your poetry and insight grow on this blog. This poem comes packed with multiple layers of meaning, allusions, metaphor and irony — and it’s so very revealing of your essence It’s my favourite of yours.

    It is ‘climates’ such as the present — “interesting times” as an old chestnut of a Chinese curse puts it — which push us to peel back layers. It occurs to me as I write this that perhaps it is onion layers of masks that we’re pulling off, which makes the peeling so uncomfortable. I tend to think of the onion metaphor as peeling away layers of depth. Seeking the self underlying the expressions of self. But I think it’s also true that some layers are — at least subconsciously — intended to obscure that deeper self, as much from others as from ourselves. Peeling off a strategically placed mask can be quite disturbing.

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    • Oh Patrick! Thank you so much for your compliment! It means so much more coming from an established writer such as yourself. This truly fills my heart!

      I agree some layers are masks – some protective and some maybe we don’t even realize we have. I am a lover of insight and self knowledge but I can see why others might not relish those discoveries if it serves a purpose for them. Thank you for this thoughtful comment. ❤️


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