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prose about home

Tall stretching conifers bid silence below, amongst their trunks

Listening heals, rests the mind and balms emotion

There’s no wind, no cold today

A walk in the forest coaxes full breath

Tired limbs and dormant muscles remember random motion

A place, a home, solitude

Here is what we make of it, bright lucidity

A fire crackles and smoke curls

Cats and dogs abide

Peace, love, home. 

Author's Note

Some one told me if I didn't write poetry, I could get kicked off WC...naw.
Conversely, if I DO write poetry, I can get kicked off WC.... sounds about right. Critiques and comments welcome.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

I figure this to be an image poem where I am shown one man's paradise. Now, I'm not told it's paradise,; I'm shown. I like that, but I 'd like it more if some other sense, beside sight, was experienced, now I did hear the fire crackle, granted, but what does the paradise feel like, how does it smell, surely paradise is not unscented?

[roarke]

Ah, paradise, it is and I've been working away at a piece called that for a couple years, this isn't that... lol. D. my poetry is mostly spontaneous, and focused mostly cerebrally in content, not that that is any excuse. You got everything this piece offered and I appreciate your interest. Thank you.

[barleygirl]

This poem could describe my own home, a cabin in the wilderness with two dogs. I love how the aspects being appreciated have nothing to do with what money can buy or what outsiders can see/judge. Your poem shows that "home" is the heart of a habitat (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful and beautiful poem shared my friend.
"A fire crackles and smoke curls
Cats and dogs abide
Peace, love, home. "
The above lines. Perfect place to be. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[roarke]

Thank you C. In my poetry, I use simple words to convey my state of mind, my feelings of perspective. But also I leave these simple words, combined in this way for the reader to define and add their own interpretations and emotions.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem my friend and you are welcome.

[Cherrie]

Harmony rules this poem. It is rich and full of peaceful images that layer the sitting in reverse, from outside to in. A day at peace with itself and you wrangle it to paper.

[roarke]

Thank you Cherrie, the reason I don't write much poetry is it ALL has to be wrangled... Thank you for the read and heart felt comments. Appreciated.

[Cherrie]

Funny, I try and not think about it, just let it fall into place.

[roarke]

Ah, but you have that wonderful talent. Me, I need wranglers.. and handlers, and, heck an entourage for smoke screen might be nice too. hahaha.

[Cherrie]

Ya know, this would make a great poem, verbs running wildly, nouns out of place, wrangled by he that holds the pen.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

just like home is where the heart is..."here is what we make of it"
and we can make it comfy...we don't need much, just some love and understanding.
And I , for one, am so glad to read some poetry by you.
You do it quite well, I think. I was there with your imagery...and i myself remember random motion and emotion.
j.

[saad aman]

The use of language is normal; nothing out of the ordinary. While the message can be confusing at moments, it's good too. The message itself is simple. It's a great kickstart into poetry

[roarke]

heh, all my messages are confusing, that's the struggle, trying to put them to words. Still working here. lol Thanks for the read and comments Saad, much appreciated.