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')

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14 April 2016

Finding Home











River and mountain, 
or ocean shore?

Small town or city?
This house or that?

The place of my childhood
or of my children’s? 

Which beloved man? Which 
of our several dwellings?

Tiny Tasmania or huge Melbourne?
Northern Rivers or tropical Darwin?

And further – Bali or Scotland?
Cusco or Kathmandu?

How can there be only one?
And so, I believe, I must carry 

home within me, and spread it 
over each new nesting-place.

I’ll wrap some of this one too, 
to take, if I move, to the next.

'Home is where 
the heart is.' Yes.

And my heart
is here in my chest.


Written for Poets United's Midweek Motif: Home.

Picture source (public domain)

16 comments:

  1. "How can there be only one?
    And so, I believe, I must carry

    home within me, and spread it
    over each new nesting-place." the only way to be at home :)

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  2. Home is where the heart resides no matter where the journey may lead us. Yet, we all have different nesting places...I think your nest must be filled with love.

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  3. Wow, Rosemary! This is a snapshot of a centered and loving and loved person.

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  4. There is the physical journey... which helps to be the spiritual home. Lovely.

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  5. I agree, this is deep & insightful!

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  6. When the heart is at home, you can be home anywhere and welcome many loved ones. You are wise Rosemary.

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  7. You have had a full life Rosemary...and it's not over yet:)

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  8. Yes! Beautifully done, Rosemary.

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  9. I LOVE this, Rosemary and we live in so many homes, make so many new beginnings. Also we love places we have either been to, or have always dreamed of. Wonderful response to the idea of Home.

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  10. " I must carry

    home within me, and spread it
    over each new nesting-place."

    Perfect!!

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  11. I love the visual you create. I feel that way as well - even the photo albums can't carry all of "it."

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  12. "And so, I believe, I must carry

    home within me, and spread it
    over each new nesting-place." ~ beautiful and wise words :)

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  13. "'Home is where
    the heart is.' Yes.

    And my heart
    is here in my chest."

    Therefore, it follows that home is here in my chest. Like Sherry, I love this, Rosemary. It is wonderful writing.

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  14. Home certainly comes from inside - wisely told - if we feel safe, secure and comfortable we can make a shoe box feel like a palace

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  15. Yes, I think this is so true. We each must carry home with us. My poem somewhat expresses the same thought.

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