If you read my previous post then you’ll be aware that it’s National Poetry Day in the UK today and that I didn’t have a poem in my collection that was specifically “Home” inspired, which was the theme for this year.
I thought that maybe, just maybe, if the muses were smiling down upon me I might just be able to come up with something – and what do you know, the muses were bountiful in bestowing their inspiration and the poem below is my homage to the day. I hope you enjoy it, I certainly enjoyed writing it and I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out. I’ve entered it into the Waterstones Facebook Page competition along with my poem from my earlier post Vacant Heart to Rent, so we’ll see how I do!
May poetry lift your heart and illuminate your soul when all around you reality is dragging us down and putting out all our lights!
Wealie x
HOME
Home is me right here, right now with you
Home is the mundane that I know through and through
Home is the knowledge that your love is true
Home is the smile that buoys me when I fear I shall sink
Home is the flush of love that stains your cheek pink
Home is the tears you cannot cry and don’t know why
Home is your secret, soft, sibilant sigh
Home is the memories I hold close through the years
Home is the way you hold me and dispel all my fears
Home is not a place, an entity or psychological concept
Home is the way you held me as I fitfully slept
Home is wherever I feel loved and remember with fondness
Home is friendship feely given that keeps away the loneliness
Home is the humdrum run of my life
Home is the way you stand between me and strife
Home is the warmth that comforts through the long winter night
Home is rounding the corner and you’re coming into sight
Home is the sweetest kiss transporting me to bliss
Home is the loved ones I’ve long lost and will ever miss
Home is the thought of the joy you bring
Home is the first ray of sun and the blossoming spring
Home is the slightest touch that conveys so much
Home is the way my hand you clutch
Home is wherever my heart feels warm
Home is where I’m always drawn
Home is where my soul can breathe
Home is where in troubled times my spirit flees
Home is me right here, right now with you
Home is knowing you feel it too
Ruth Weal
07 October 2010 11.41 pm
Copyright R.Weal 2010 ©
Written for the 2010 National Poetry Day – UK where the theme was “Home”.
Wow – so quickly do those muses strike!! I like the pace of this poem a lot. I think you might win a prize!!
Thanks B!
As to the competition, twit that I can be I stupidly posted the poem in the wrong comment thread – Doh! I didn’t notice until half midnight that I’d posted it in the wrong place, so I may be disqualified!