I’ve a poetic home for rent
Its walls are made of marrow
Through its broad doors, so many went
Down pathways, short and narrow
Its cozy nature keeps me sound
Through nights I spend awake –
This place, the most unique I’ve found
Needs love, far from heartache.
Soft rhyming words comprise its eaves
Good flow forms its foundation
The stanzas sway like rustling leaves
Nature’s standing ovation
Each poem, a window to the soul
That oft held each verse near
And yet, right now, it is not whole
This “home” needs someone dear.
I’ve a poetic home for rent
For those who choose to share
The wondrous times I've often spent
In my swivel back chair
This place has been my “Home Sweet Home”
Soon, it may be once more
In its heart, please feel free to roam
With the lines I adore.
© 2008 - Jill Eisnaugle's Poetry Collection
Houston's 1560 The Game
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"Its cozy nature keeps me sound through nights I spend awake"
I know the feeling well!
I made an attempt to take your challenge; it turned out a little different than I expected. You will be able to spot it in spite of my rebellion.
Love 'n' Hugs,
Connie
:)Christine
...and of course, your poetic home is the oly one that as the right to call itself "Home Sweet Home", sweet and tender.
Georg
God Bless
Michelle~
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Creativity shines here.
I salute You, Poet.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D