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Home is More than a Noun

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home is our souls
and what we do with them.

not the decadent tramp of well-worn
boots on familiar sidewalks,
not the shadowed breath of cool
pine in the summer afternoons,
not the heart-dreams of sleep, not the
safety  of curtains
nor the wildness of your lovesick thoughts
like the largest thesaurus.

our lives are what our souls say to each other,
their cores being the the earth
of our purpose, and the roots
of our reason.

so you see,
our home is our souls
and what we do with them.
Scribbled this down on a bus coach ticket in the darkness on the way home the other evening.
Written February 1st, 2013
© 2013 - 2024 musicgypsy
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If you can scribble this down on a coach journey home in the dark what the hell can you do if you put your mind to it? One of your most beautifully constructed poems and a wonderfully philosophical treatise on the nature of home. Your language is beautiful, thoughtful and not a word wasted. Home is of our souls and our souls are deep and quiet things, lost in the maelstrom of noise we live our daily lives in.
As always, you beautiful ability to set aside what is known and seen and to quietly ask real questions is a thing of simple beauty. This is what our senior certificate students should be reading, a questioning of themselves and how they react to the world.
Thoughtful, deep, asking simple but serious questions. It is an honour and a joy to read your work.