POETIC HOME -- NOT FOR RENT
There is a land within my soul
where words and phrases freely roam;
where lofty thoughts and fleeting dreams
inhabit my poetic home.
How can I tell to you its charm,
this rhythmic place so dear to me?
or how I knew upon a glance
this home was where I yearned to be?
This home of mine, though small in size,
hosts lovely visions still undreamt;
when I but lift my pen to write,
my world's at peace; I am content.
Just one thing more is my desire,
to find like-minded friends so rare,
to meet in my poetic home
and all its rhyme and meter share.
So happy here am I, my dears,
I cannot bear to move again;
You may rent just a single room,
or build your home on Authors' Den!
"HOME is where the HEART is!"
Cryssa :~)
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Fee
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
You may have "changed the rules" but I love it! I love my poetic home too much to ever up and leave it; that's for sure. I came close once and a sad twist of fate kept me writing. I took that as a sign that my pen should never leave me.
Thanks for thinking outside the box on this one and for adding your addition to the challenge! This has been a fun one.
Jill
I think you are for you have all you love and you have a special relationship with your father. Love ya, Bonnie
Be always safe,
Karen