Mark Heathcote

Silver Star - 3,565 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Home Is Where We Trust Our Eyes - Poem by Mark Heathcote

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Home is where we begin to heal
Life is a strait jacket
I wish I could just take off this vest
Because home is the place
A comely angel makes her homely, nest.

Home is where we trust our eyes
And shut the window
On our stray-cat outside thoughts
Home is the place we don’t go prowling
For a saucer of congealed milk
Or another’s rheumatic; touch of silk.

Home is a rainbow, can’t you understand
There’s a poisoned inkwell in my head
Running dry writing letters to a life outside
These four walls I wish were dead.
Home is an island on a weekend honeymoon…
It’s a gypsum palace somewhere in paradise.

Home is where we begin to heal
And take off that life’s strait jacket!
Home is a rainbow you can’t distrust
Home is where we all must trust our eyes.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 18, 2013


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