My parents had a "house by a lake." It was one of the most peaceful places I have ever been.
I think your poem is a metaphor for refugees from all kinds of calamities trying to find a safe place, a calm place in their life where they can rest and think of the life around them.
Unfortunately, quickly thrown up shelters providing basic food and water without much privacy, peace and calm for sleeping is no, "House by a lake," by any means.
I like the way you open the poem, full of poignant, evocative imagery that all blends into the invocation of serenity for all those who need it. A fine poem.
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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I think your poem is a metaphor for refugees from all kinds of calamities trying to find a safe place, a calm place in their life where they can rest and think of the life around them.
Unfortunately, quickly thrown up shelters providing basic food and water without much privacy, peace and calm for sleeping is no, "House by a lake," by any means.
Ron