Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Found Object Poem Project -- Home



Home

Sure, it's small,
but to us, it's cozy.

Yes, there's a lot of traffic here,
but, well, you get used to it.

It's kind of a mess,
but I'll tidy up just as soon as I get the chance.

What you can't see
is the perfection of light in the mornings.

You can't know
the lingering warmth in the early evenings.

And I'm sure you can't imagine
our view of the stars when the rest of the world is dark.


©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016



5 comments:

  1. This poem cracks me up. You could substitute a picture of the house I live in, and the poem would still be true!!

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  2. Lovely from the bird's point of view and yours.

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  3. Lovely from the bird's point of view and yours.

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  4. This is my house too. Small, messy, and I love it!

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  5. Love this! The messy house and the ending that breaks away to the stuff that really matters in the last two couplets.

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