Poetry is a home from home,
the place I venture,
when my mind
needs to roam, to find reason
amongst the hurtful tones
to find reason
when in the world there is none.
It's built on foundations spanning
our human history, the solid stones
carved from people
exploring life's mysteries.
The paved pathway,
lined with a bountiful bouquet,
reminds of a late spring day,
or love in the summer haze.
The verdant grass, the perfect place to lay,
watching the butterflies
flutter through their busy days.
The doorway, remains forever unlocked,
with a sign saying, ‘enjoy your stay’
as it gently swings open
to share its poetic escape.
The walls are built with the finest brick,
to withstand the fiercest storms of the heart
which wear down upon it,
trying to tear it apart.
Never a flaking piece of masonry,
nor a tile displaced
by the emotional energy.
It stands proud and true,
a safe space where you can rest
whilst passing through.
Around the house,
a unique collection,
nik naks,
antiques,
wobbling book stacks, paintings,
will greet weary feet.
They sit,
memories gathering dust
that adds extra stories
to thoughts underneath.
When you take the time to recline
upon the furnishings surrounding
the warming log fire
which still sparks embers
to ignite your mind.
Take in every minute detail,
each scrawled piece of every story,
held somewhere in the wall linings.
The scent of hot chocolate drifts
Through every room,
to sweeten even the darkest times
because this is where love lives,
and she wants you to feel at home.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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