The prompt from Jingle Poetry's Monday Poetry Potluck: Home. Sanctum.
My home? My sanctum? The Page - where I am at "Home within the Lines".
My home within the conversations
here, among the blue lined pages
This one, numbered, half-a-jot
That one, water-pocked
The other one,
Not a space for a breath to be taken
Crayon shouts "REMEMBER THIS!"
clouded circle exclamation point
cleanse myself with unthought words
sirens wail in the distance
end the need to fight
this tale my frozen mouth can't speak
My home within the conversations
here, among the blue lined pages
Julie, so beautiful. I have a notebook just like yours right next to me. It's like a security blanket. And there my poetry takes form...and so much more. It is like home.
Posted by: Victoria | February 20, 2011 at 08:18 PM
ah, yes, my notebook is my home, too! clever and truthy.
Posted by: Marian | February 20, 2011 at 08:29 PM
ah the pleasure of being home -- of creating home with thoughts and emotions.
:)
Posted by: bendedspoon | February 20, 2011 at 11:15 PM
Love the idea of your home being among the lines!
http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2011/02/21/home/
Posted by: Jessica | February 21, 2011 at 03:37 AM
A good reminder.. for me too, a home within the lines..
It's why we're here, I guess.
Posted by: Lyn | February 21, 2011 at 06:40 AM
love this,
my writing is the place where I feel most comfortable with.
smart take on the theme.
well done.
A++
Posted by: Jingle | February 21, 2011 at 11:42 AM
beautiful one, a one completely different from others.
trisha
http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com/2011/02/20/free-soul-20th-feb-2011/
Posted by: trisha | February 22, 2011 at 03:39 AM