The gloaming fades slow
into the cloudy darkness
where there are no stars
The whispering night
scintilla of loneliness
too far from our home
Tag: Home
Nostalgia Glasses
a longing for home
we return to our childhood
rose coloured glasses
artificial memories
a longing for something else
Grey Comfort
The grey day hangs. Sometimes there is wind, sometimes rain, and sometimes there is stillness.
The rain and the wind lash the house.
We sit inside, loving the comfort of home, composing dreams to the sound of the wind and the rain.
We are safe in the comfort of our home.
Coming Home
I am moving towards you.
Suburbia moves on as farmland relaxes my vision.
A distant mountain range and trees in the foreground; I float between the two.
The dreamy afternoon light flickers between the trees as the train moves towards you.
Home
from the tropical north
snow and ice greet a stranger
no racism to be known
a calm freedom
watching the sea_thatch with new eyes
noises so foreign
to appreciate the difference
coming to love the ways of ice and snow
no longer foreign, my home
Emma
A paw in the face;
Wake up! Now feed me!
A sweet, funny face
meowing around the house.
A pushy determined head,
demanding a lap for hours.
A cat at home in Winter;
our home sweet home.
Misty Mornings
A purring cat
Misty mornings with a chance of sun
Walking in nature
Writing, dreaming, and imagining worlds
Drinking tea
Listening to music
Watching the Winter moon after midnight
Talking to friends
Huggy Hugs
Some cooking
Staying at home with a book and a blanket
Inspiration: Cherish, Tenuous, Window
looking out
a heart’s desire
cobbled streets
romance once set in
the visible sea
no sign of the ship
waiting for x to come home
the cut-out walls
clean glass for a short time
amorous longings
silence louder than a bomb
a heart lost at sea
impossible to cage freedom
all the more exciting
when x brings the sea home
Very Short Story: Strip
You strip the house of everything that reminds you of your love.
No fixtures and fittings remain, the paint’s stripped away, and what was once a home is now a shell of a house.
Instead of choosing to hold your dead soulmate’s memory close, you destroy everything, including yourself.
Haiku: Our Home
A place of our own
where we can be together.
Our haven, our home.
C & K 