I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')


These poems are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.

10 June 2012

The Road Home

wet today
I’ll take the long way
don’t want to slide
around hills and bends

I like the bit
where home is close
on days like this
late afternoons

evenings
cosy inside
hot food and armchairs
hugs

A cut-up poem based on a WordsFlow timed writing exercise posted in my writer's journal.


Submitted to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #102
and to dverse Open LinkNight #48

22 comments:

  1. I like the end result of your exercise (though I know nothing of its methodology).

    This series of impressions all work together to create an intimate whole.

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    1. I'm glad you like it. The process consists of taking only selected words from a larger whole — in this case a piece of prose I created in a writing workshop.

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  2. takes me to a rainy winter evening with mugs of coffee and familial conviviality.snug and warm and cosy.

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    1. Oh good, exactly where it was meant to take you. :)

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  3. I like the process. I am going to have to try it. And the poem? It worked well. Hot food and armchairs and hugs sound good to me!

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  4. So warm and comforting, exactly the way one feels, late afternoons, nearing home, with comfort and warmth awaiting.

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  5. I found this wonderfully soothing. Wanted to take a cuppa, sit in my favorite chair and read a good novel. The best part, though? the hugs.

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2012/06/08/lighten-your-own-load/

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  6. I have to try this. I've become too verbose of late! Your poem contains all that is necessary.

    PS Katherine G said "hi back."

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  7. Terrific poem...sometimes it's best to take the long way home!

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  8. PPS your word verification catchpa is well nigh impossible. Do you really need it?

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    1. For you, dear Viv, I have now disabled it on all my blogs. Google Blogger now has spam filtering so no, I probably don't need it,

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  9. ah...love it when home is just over the rise and you know it will be warm and cozy...smiles.

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  10. How very nice,Rosemary! The one to go back to, warmness kind and cozy! We don't ask much but sometimes it's hard in coming! Great write!

    Hank

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  11. I appreciate everyone's kind words.

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  12. I like the walk to the way home, very warm feeling I get from your post ~

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  13. There's no place like home. Armchair and hot food pull me in.

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