Sunday, August 29, 2010
Come Home
I live in a house.
But, really, the house lives in me.
The house is me.
I am home.
To know me,
Come into my house.
Walk through my door,
You will be inside me.
You will know,
What's under my skin.
Smell my cooking,
You will feel my breath.
Touch my walls,
You will feel my heart.
My house has
It's own personality.
It talks to me, and
It laughs with you,
When it cracks.
I am on solid foundation.
I will never falter.
I will never fail.
And my house shall,
Always have an open door.
This is Mag 29. Every week we are invited to write a story, a snipped or a poem. This is my 2nd poem... I love writing these short stories. It reminds me of what I loved most of in high school, which was the creative writing our English teachers always asked of us.
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nice. there is something about inviting someone in, eating a meal together that does imply and intimacy...you took that to a new level...and i like the open door...nice magpie
ReplyDeleteare you inviting people to come inside you?
ReplyDeleteThat sounds kinda dirty, hon.
love the poem though! Mwah!
Nice. Very nice. Dorothy was right.. there really is no place like home.
ReplyDeletethis is wonderful. Especially the last verse.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant!!! Love this. LOVED it!
ReplyDeleteBee yoo ti ful!
ReplyDeleteI loved this poem. Mine was about making someone else my home -- I really enjoyed considering making myself my home.
ReplyDeleteSo very nice - home is the heart's hangout.
ReplyDeleteI like this - you are welcoming people into your house and into your life as well. So lovely.
ReplyDeleteThis was a lovely piece of writing. Home is definitely where the heart is for me.
ReplyDeleteCJ xx
It's lovely when you are comfortable in your own house, your own skin.
ReplyDeleteHmm. Am I as cluttered as my house? Watch your step...
ReplyDeleteVery pretty!
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