First Home

I dwelt

under a cage of ribs,

and was fed from

blood pushed through

veins,

oxygenated by lungs

that sang and argued and

laughed and whispered

I was woven

from the dreams carded and

thoughts spun and

stories that knit together

generations

in a tapestry of

sun and wind and plains

and paths into forests

and over oceans

leading ever

home

Mama Zen over in the Imaginary Garden asked us to write about the house they built us for day #2 of National Poetry Month, Poem a Day.

Village Life

     Happy Tree by Sunita Khedekar

Underneath the Happy Tree

we build our village:

cozy houses

whose stout roofs never leak,

warm, copper kitchens

that smell of fresh-baked bread,

and bedrooms

with down-filled dreams

folded at the foot

of each and every bed.

We are so snug and smug

sometimes we forget

to look to the sky

and see the souls fly home.

This is for both G-man and his FF55  and Grace at dVerse.  Click on the links and check them out.  Ok, I missed the dVerse deadline to link up, but you should still go there and check out all the beautiful art work and the talented writers' responses.

Home

     Image from artbylindy.com

You are clever, practical;

straight walls and stout woodwork

blossom from your hands.

You set bright, shining tiles of desire

into a mosaic.

I see to the doors

and the shades.

Weaving words and light

with warm, cinnamon murmurs
I fashion the hearth.

Together we make our home.

 Posted for Real Toads

Challenge:  Words Count with Mama Zen, where she challenges us to write about home in 48 words or less.  Check it out.

Home

So, when Poets United gave us the writing prompt ‘home’ for their Thursday Think Tank two different thoughts came to mind.  One was from my sappy, romantic heart, which is this:

My home is

the size

of your heart

The other response comes from my bleeding heart:

Some food for thought:

1. There are approximately 6.1 Million vacant houses In America

2. Approximately 3.5 million people are likely to experience homelessness in a given year

(Now the thinking part)

3. So, what’s wrong here?

(Vacant house statistics from blog.wsj.com 11/5/11, Homelessness statistics from National Law Center on Homelessness and Poverty)

*Please follow the link at the top to Poets United to find the responses of other poets.