Poetry Sunday: Dear Home

 

Dear Home

 

 

Dear Home:

 

My hearth-my center-my solace!

I come to you for peace, quiet and solitude.

I come to you for centering.

A feeling of belonging where I find shelter.

And while I surround myself with colors and precious things,

Where love is, that is all I need to be completely at HOME!

 

 

© Donna Donabella 2016

 

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I am bringing you another epistolary poem from a letter I wrote in April of 2016.  This one was a homage to my home and hearth….where I live and where I find solace.  Both my house and garden were the main inspiration, but it seems the poem, as it developed, is also about finding my inner core as My Home.

 

I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.

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I leave you with a few additional words about Dear Home.  I welcome you to download the photo and share it.

All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2017.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

44 Replies to “Poetry Sunday: Dear Home”

  1. Home has two meanings for me. Home, the belonging place, where I grew up is very special in memory. Otherwise, home is where I reside with people and things I love about me. Your words are wise!

  2. I agree with you. Home can be anywhere in the presence of one loved!
    Beautiful sentiments expressed.

  3. Your words are honest and true Donna and mirror my thoughts about my home and the solace it brings. A home is only a home if it contains our heart.

  4. I love this – particularly the way that you have taken the piece further, to your inner core. And thus, I think, the home becomes the sanctuary where – in peace and solitude -one can achieve that level of introspection. Lovely writing ~ sigh ~

  5. Love your art work. Home for me is foremost a sanctuary. My little world filled with memories and dreams. It is transportable and about the only thing in life I can have some control over apart from my own behaviour and thoughts.Enjoyed your poem.

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