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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
A beautiful home you have made, my friend. It sounds like your kitties are feeling at home now, too. Yay!
ReplyDeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteprayers and naps do heal
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of home congregating around you.
ReplyDeletea very busy home...and full of life and words...
ReplyDeleteI love your triumph. I find the last two verses particularly wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely gorgeous especially the idea of a home congregating around you in your opening lines. Beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
I adore this, Susan. Beautifully constructed.
ReplyDeleteI know the feeling sometimes too much comes all at once. Too bad we can't give our critters some of the adls
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery in this - and will never look at a rotary drier (or roundabout) in the same way again :)
ReplyDeleteLove the comparison to a traffic rotary...excellent.
ReplyDelete"Home congregates around me like traffic
ReplyDeletejams in a rotary during rush hours.".. Actually so...Brilliant, Susan!
A safe place where darkness and light can intersect with healing possible... What more could we wish for home to be. Lovely write, Susan!
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