My home is slowly getting old…
Eclectic in a way that will never grace a magazine cover
It is a home that is lived in, a structure that has seen some years
Pock marks, and tiny fissures vein parts of the wall
I used to see it as fault, now I see the imperfections as character
My home is warm / inviting…
Not one for bright colors or pastels except as the occasional accent,
I have ever changing adornments of noirs, scarlet, indigoes, eggplants etc.
It is deep rich colors and jewel tones that I like best
To offset the warmth of my mocha walls
My home is full of sound…
The hiss when its steaming
The pop when the floor is stepped on the wrong way
The hum of music and conversation that surround me
Mostly externally, but sometimes it’s just in my head
My home is spiritual / sensual…
The Yin-Yang, Om, Cross, Peace, Magen David, Crescent, and Ankh thrive here
Cuisines Mediterranean, American, Caribbean, Asian, Vegan are served here
Children, friends, lovers and a husband, still do or once have lived here
And once invited to cross my threshold, you know that you are loved here
My home is not where I hang my hat, feed my face, lay my head…
It is in my body that I have lived in these soon to be fifty years, slowly getting old
It is in my heart deep within that I am slowly trying to let out again, warm / inviting
It is in my soul where I find my comforts for me and my joy for others, full of sound
It is in my breath that compels to be alive and live for myself, spiritual / sensual
My home is… me
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The Yin-Yang, Om, Cross, Peace sign, Magen David, Crescent and Ankh are in a tattoo that runs along my spine from base of my neck down, in that order.
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As to the concluding stanza, yes, ultimately all we have is ourselves. As to the previous portions, it kinda resembles my home, especially in the sound.
nice…i like how you break your home apart…the first bit made me think of our bodies…the veins…i like the perspective you give in int the last lines…i love sound too so i am glad you dedicated a stanza to that….smiles…my home is me…that way you can take it with you too…smiles.
I can relate. Mine’s got wheels. Some would say I’m trailer trash, but what do they know!
Awesome write and a great take on the prompt, Raivenne!
.it’s an art of living…a keen sense of one’s self as the center, home, a world within….that many find while others do not unfortunately….I like the way you describe your house/home as well…
very cool take on the prompt…we ourselves the home…our experiences and warmth and with all the perfect and imperfect things…this surely has character…i like much
How wonderful and I agree with you 100%. Precious home. And I love the stanza about your home being spiritual/sensual. You go, girl! My home is pushing 70. Yikes!
I love this, yes, it is our bodies that are in fact temples. Take them where we like, it is where we dwell. Thanks for sharing this part of you, Raivenne.
Pamela
As I read the first part of this poem, my recurring thought was “I really want to see this house.” And then at the last stanza, I actually said “ooohh!” I love the idea of our bodies as our homes, such a clever metaphor.
There is a kind of contentment here which is extremely nice. Thanks for sharing it. k.