Home

Fire burning in the box
Warms the pages that I yearn
Sipping nectar tickles bliss
The world outside can turn

Clock tick tocks away from here
Nestled from within
Warmth loosens up my mind
Silence is deafening 

Playful noisy little lad
Whose dog can’t wait to please
Silence gone on scads of mad
Chased like working bees

Home where all matter shapes
Emotions are in play
Excitement depress joy and bliss
Arrived then swept away
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Haley Avatar
March 26, 2025 at 8:02 AM
"Home" A warm, bustling snapshot of domestic life glows in this poem. The fire’s crackle, a child’s noise, and silence’s weight weave a cozy chaos that feels lived-in and true.
One Avatar
December 16, 2017 at 1:04 PM
No place like home...
De Beaulieu Avatar
December 10, 2017 at 5:45 PM
Yes that sounds like home.
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