It’s a small place, but it is our own
Its mandatory comforts aren’t much fuss
Fuss doesn’t hold credence with folks like us
Be it ever so humble, it is our home
The front faces north and east
Its perimeter acres from anyone
The southwest view catches the setting sun
Between sunrise and sunset a visual feast
An aquamarine lake past woods beyond compare
I choose the rooms I live in with care
I’m a simple person with simple needs
“It shows” tease my friends with a smile
Yet they all seem to stay for more than a while
It’s richness they say is my heart and deeds
Our décor to some leaves much to be desired
Erratic colors from when we bought the place
And only a minimum of furnishing fill the space
I confess myself it’s not very inspired
Some say simple, some say austere
The windows are small and the walls almost bare
For us the beauty of this place is past the four walls
Enjoying each dawn of nature’s reception
And dusky colors beyond conception
As nature paints new pictures winter, spring, summer, fall
At home, it seems the stars shine as never before
Full moons deflect the dark echoes of silence of country nights
A most different view to our former noisy city lights
Haley’s comet is nothing to how it makes my heart soar
And at night there’s only one with whom to share
There’s only one bed and there’s only one prayer
Some say I am obsessed and such
It seems this house and you are all I know
The increment of time makes it more so
But I know you love this place just as much
As each day passes, it grows even more warm
Our humble home with its vista so grand
Such good fortune in life, more than I can stand
Each night I sleep soundly, holding your sweet form
And on the rare working night, when I’m holding air
I listen all night for your step on the stair
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(Italicized lines from Leonard Cohen’s “Tonight Will Be Fine”)
Today at dVerse Purple Pen In Portland (Sara McNulty) is tending bar and asks us to imagine that you have been given free rein to design any type of building you wish. As I already have poems of my abode out there, I decided to take this from the view of someone a whose style is little – read very – different from mine.
Raivenne-lations 
An intricate and exquisite image of a home (not just a house) blended with Cohen’s poetics — imagery of beauty and self.
Houses are built by contractors; homes are built by the people living there.
It’s not the walls that make a house your home but the views and how you share it.
Very nice description of home. A house shouldn’t get in the way of the home a couple makes.
What lies beyond the four walls is at least as important as what’s inside. You have a whole world.
Very gentle, very lovely.
This is soo lovely!!❤️ I love how personal this poem is.. and how each of us can relate to it especially; “At home, it seems the stars shine as never before. Full moons deflect the dark echoes of silence of country nights. A most different view to our former noisy city lights. Haley’s comet is nothing to how it makes my heart soar” Beautifully rendered!❤️
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Love your rhymes, really nice.
Sounds like us when we ere first married. The walls aren’t bare anymore, but the house is still filled with love. Yours must be too
I like the way you’ve woven this, Raivenne.
Very warm and inviting, I say ~ I appreciate Cohen’s lines weaving with yours Ravienne ~
‘For us the beauty of this place is past the four walls
Enjoying each dawn of nature’s reception
And dusky colors beyond conception
As nature paints new pictures winter, spring, summer, fall’
My favorite stanza in this gorgeous poem of comfort.
I sleep soundly, holding your sweet form
And on the rare working night, when I’m holding air
I listen all night for your step on the stair
Your ending is great. Blends very well with Cohen’s!
Hank