Homely
(classic meaning)
I don’t have a home
Do you
I have walls I pay for
That is all
I want a home
A place of peace
Though not all the time
A place
With variable moods
Allowed
Even with flaws expressed
And then corrected
And we know
Then
Something more
A place
With simple pleasures
Too
Who knows
Maybe the peace
Shall come from these
C L Couch
(a poem to go with the poem posted the other day about actual homelessness, “Less Home”)
Photo by Barb McMahon on Unsplash
Approach on Christmas Eve
Dark quiet night
Unbeckoning
Then a golden light
As a small bulb, bold
Enough
Against the darkness
Now a red gleam, same kind
Shines close by
And between the two,
Ridge lines of rounded bush
Are inferred to our sight
A porch lamp farther on,
And now we see the sidewalk
A platform sided by
Small walls,
Homely columns rising,
Leads to the door
The night has borders now
We feel invited
The world has definition,
And our way in
Is right
C L Couch
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