The sounds of home greet me
the trickling sound of the fish tank
my mother's eccentric cackling
and my step father's loud voice
a voice that gets ignored all the same
and the discordant ticking of clocks
even the pace of time is slowed here
They say home is a place
where people take note of your absence
Its when you forget your own face
and what you look like doesn't matter
because you are kin, a tiny component
of one great warm existence,
but a crucial piece all the same
Home is something I take with me when I leave
it's a concrete part of my being
in reality, I have several homes
with a number of different families,
all of which have pieced me together
and to this day we're still collaborating
working to complete a jumbo puzzle of homes
that interlock, meshing together our lives
Ticking of clocks! ! With the muse of life. Nice piece of work.
Home is something I take with me when I leave it's a concrete part of my being in reality, I have several homes with a number of different families, Home, beautifully defined in these lines. Nice poem, dear poet. Thanks a lot for sharing it. 10++
Congrats for being awarded with something you deserved.
Home is something I take with me when I leave it's a concrete part of my being in reality, I have several homes with a number of different families, all of which have pieced me together and to this day we're still collaborating working to complete a jumbo puzzle of homes that interlock, meshing together our lives - - - - - - In reality we have several homes pieced together in our being.A great poem, thanks for sharing.
I've returned. It was a nice surprise to receive a PH message from you recently. I'd like to hear more about your 'homes'. bri ;)
I also read 'Sweet Apricity' but found no space to type a comment. : ) bri
Interesting. I'm.......I was going to try being funny, but I won't. This is too seriouis. You are lucky if all of your homes are pleasant for you. bri : )
Your poetry is some of the Best! Honest and emotional, straight forward but emotionally illustrative with familiar places and feelings comfortably accommodated by words- really touches my heart
Connecting poem about something we sometimes take for granted yet which ultimately determines our true states of belonging and feeling loved or feeling alienated and ostracized.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, Nika! Home is where your heart is, as they say. Congratulations on having this selected as member poem of the day! Well done.