Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet Poet Free verse

A Homely Home

I am home,i can smell the loud roses standing in a hand made vase.
I am home, my whereabouts no longer seems a maze.
I am home, on familiar and  fertilized soil i stand. rooted therein .

Nets tossed out by my eyes,capturing the gaze, of the one eyed sun flowers.
The suns heated stare they devour.
On the emanation of my homely appreciation,my neighbors feed.
From a distance they break a frown, with with a smile, running forth, running wild.

They screamed we noticed you were gone all the while.
I replied:Oh yes only but for a week. A greeting kiss placed upon my cheek.

Don't be worried  now i am home.A homely feeling home fades in absence.

I am home now, all homely brilliance ,homely essence revived and adorn.  

In binding homely potency,i am home.

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Justcallme Britt June 15, 2012 at 9:17 PM You're so charming! A great poet

Tracy Edwards April 11, 2012 at 3:46 AM Thats lovely Elliott..there really is no place like home xx Hugs Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet April 11, 2012 at 9:45 AM Thank you much. I am glad you enjoyed.