My Home

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My Home

Within each of us we have, that single place, that safest place.

Secure in Heart, body guarded. The keep, the tower; The inner sanctum.

For some it is a simple thing; a place, a space,

Or soft memories of sweet bliss; the loving embrace of a mother’s arms,

The strong arms of our father, the secret place for our closest friends;

The teddy always waiting inside our bed.

We all have it, our rest, or recluse, but ‘tis not always so simple;

It need not be a place, a person a simple thing;

An artist finds it in a loving stroke, losing herself within the swirl of colors.

A poet resides within flowing cant, fortifying reality with majestic dreamscapes,

The pianist’s tinkling notes, softly caressing our inner delights,

Each man has his harbor, every woman her ivory tower,

A child, their haven and even the animals have their dens.

Plain and simple, deep and complex; they have their homes.

Only one must seek further, plumbing the expanse of the world;

Singly, the lover must quest to find his home.

The all consuming hunt to find the one to be his shelter, his stronghold;

That exclusive one with whom his heart will resonate.

It is for that one I have sought, and it is who I have found;

With her, my heart is safe. With her, my smile may flourish.

And only with her, do I find the simple security of innocent laughter,

The fathomless safety in a simple touch, a simple smile.

Only with her am I truly home.

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Lunabella commented on My Home

01-08-2011

awwww *hugs* im so happy for you storm ^-^ its an awesome write, its very simple, yet complex, i like it a lot. 10 -Luna.

bluewolf commented on My Home

12-07-2010

“Perhaps it was the eyes of the wolf, measured, clam, knowing. Perhaps it was the intense sense of family. After all, wolves mate for life, are loyal partners.” ~unknown Love is a special gift, difficult to find, a great deal of work invested to maintain and painful when lost. Perhaps in a wolf we may gain better knowledge of how to build a lasting and meaningful relationship. Nice read.

labitch commented on My Home

12-07-2010

nice poem, i really enjoyed it..................... well written

blackfootlady commented on My Home

12-07-2010

Were All Poets and We Know it ! Loved this,ty!God Bless CHURV

HopeOhlarik commented on My Home

12-07-2010

I'm wordless. I must say that this poem supports the saying that poetry is like painting, because you paint a picture with words; and that, my friend, you have done very well. I'm glad you have found your real home, we all should find home one day. I too have found my real home. =) I wish you happy days, and peaceful nights.

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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