13 April 2016

Home Alone*



Home congregates around me like traffic
jams in a rotary during rush hours.

History and media penetrate
waking and sleeping, working and meeting.

I go off on tangents without warning
like my cats chase feathers on pole and string.

Hunger factors into the too much life
passion brings, but I am not yet sorry.

As long as prayers and naps heal, I welcome
the Light and Darkness intersecting here.




For Sumana's prompt 

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Home

and for day 13 of National Poetry Month.

*Note:  All April poem-a-day poems are rough drafts awaiting revision.


Copyright © 2016 Susan L. Chast



13 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

A beautiful home you have made, my friend. It sounds like your kitties are feeling at home now, too. Yay!

Mary said...

I like the idea of home congregating around a person. That is a very comforting image really. And, as Sherry said, great that the cats are feeling at home as well!

Truedessa said...

prayers and naps do heal

Sara McNulty said...

I love the idea of home congregating around you.

Sumana Roy said...

a very busy home...and full of life and words...

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I love your triumph. I find the last two verses particularly wonderful.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is absolutely gorgeous especially the idea of a home congregating around you in your opening lines. Beautifully penned.

Lots of love,
Sanaa

Mama Zen said...

I adore this, Susan. Beautifully constructed.

Leslie Moon said...

I know the feeling sometimes too much comes all at once. Too bad we can't give our critters some of the adls

Jae Rose said...

I love the imagery in this - and will never look at a rotary drier (or roundabout) in the same way again :)

thotpurge said...

Love the comparison to a traffic rotary...excellent.

Panchali said...

"Home congregates around me like traffic
jams in a rotary during rush hours.".. Actually so...Brilliant, Susan!

Nicholas V said...

A safe place where darkness and light can intersect with healing possible... What more could we wish for home to be. Lovely write, Susan!