A place to call home..

I wandered here several years ago

a country cottage, delapidated, 

overgrown, ghost landlord, without

hesitation, lease agreement signed 

at long last, a place to call my own 

Nowadays, I'm easy in solitude, 

notwithstanding cockeral's crow,

bleeting of mama yew, anxious

offspring don't stray, buzz of buzy

honeybee, pollinator of purpled

headed thistles and other flowery

topped greenery, folk likely know

as weeds...

Still, I don't mind their intrusive spread

afterall, I can always trim and prune 

back, though that would mean less

nector to collect for the bee, whatsmore,

risk exposure to my blissful exile  

                                                                      

Reviews

[Marie]

I just adore the beautiful ease with which this amazing poem is penned. I feel you experience a beautiful peace in your home, Tom and that you are close to Mother Nature there. This beautiful piece of heaven was earmarked by Fate for you to live in and I feel you have thrived in the blessed solitude which surrounds you. I love that you have your very own live alarm clock, Tom (laughing and hoping you don't throw a shoe out the window at him!) and a home for the bees to visit as they collect nectar. I hope you leave some water with a teaspoon of sugar out for them to keep up their energy levels. A wonderful picture painted for your reader through excellent word choice. You are truly an artist with words, Tom. Thank you so very much for sharing. I so enjoyed reading...

[Tom]

Thanks so much Marie, yes you're pretty much on the money here with your thoughful review, and I'm delighted you enjoyed reading my little homely poetic write!!

[Marie]

I enjoyed reading very much, Tom and thank you again for sharing...

[Chris Shaw]

Your place of solitude conjures up feelings of peace and contentment. Your posted image, an old red brick cottage of delight. Enjoy your overgrown garden, so much to see and treasures to find. Lovely poem Tom.

Chris

[Tom]

Thank you Chris!

[Cherrie]

Love this one. There is nothing better than the feeling of inner existence that can be found in our own domain.
I enjoyed strolling thru yours.

[Tom]

Thank you Cherrie 😎

[JessyJacob]

Hi Betty, you are not allowing me to see your content. I am sorry, I had hurted you.

[Tom]

Who's Betty??

[JessyJacob]

Sorry Wrong Window, ITs Betty Hermlee.

[Lydia Shutter]

If this is your cottage, Tom, you live in an idyllic setting! Let those weeds and flowers grow tall and the butterflies will take turns with the bees getting that splendid nectar!! This is your little spot of heaven for sure. How lovely! Lydi***

[Tom]

Thank you Lydia, how wonderfully well you captivate the poem's essence, please do call by again! 🥚☕🍇

[Lorry]

We spend our lives collecting things we don't need, until happenstance or luck crosses our path and show us what we need for true happiness is far simpler than we had imagined all along.
The noisy neighbours probably make less noise than most city neighbours and my advice would be to keep the natural look, as they might just keep people like travelling estate agents from sticking their noses where they are not wanted.
I feel more relaxed now and I was simply reading about it, so thanks for that and enjoy.

[Tom]

Thanks muchly Lorry, your review so spot on in accordance with my poem's raison d'etre!

[Betty Hermelee]

The more bushes and such, the more privacy, so please don't cut anything down, plus it enhances pollination and nutrients we all need.... I love the rhythm of this poem and the little story it tells about nice solitude even though the critters sing...which is actually pleasant. Very nice write Tom, glad you're back to the pen!
Warmly, B

[Tom]

yep, you nailed it Betty, thanks indeed for the relateable comment, and understanding!!

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome dear Friend
Warmly, B