In response to a prompt #86 from We Write Poems.
Not a room,
But I will call it
A room in a sense of
Something that represents an
Indivisible living space.
It indeed witnessed a lot of life:
Four generations sharing the same roof!
Too crowded, too much into each other.
It has been years since I left that place.
I have a family. A big
House, my kids consider small.
My life is full, but I
Find myself in that
Time I dream
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Isn't it strange how dreams take us back to our roots - my dream destination is frequently the house I left 65 years ago!ReplyDelete
I've lived in quite a few places since I left, and to some of them I was quite attached, but in my dreams there's only one place that defines home.ReplyDelete
I love the etheree form, it goes well with the dream.ReplyDelete
Thank you! This is one of the very first forms I'm learning about, I love it, too.ReplyDelete
nicely done....thanks for sharing your wordsReplyDelete
Thank you, I tried to write a short tribute to a place I love, a place forever a part of me...I'm glad if I managed to find the right words.ReplyDelete
Something else to try.....a poem that makes a design. Is there a name for this type of verse. I love your sentiments too.ReplyDelete
I attempted to write a double etheree: one to ten syllables, and then from ten syllables back to one. Learned about this one from Margo Roby (Wordgathering.)
isn't this a double nonet?ReplyDelete
A Natural History of My Princess Bedroom
It very well might be, zongrik, I don't know, maybe etherees and nonets are cousins? :-) I need to do some reading on different forms.ReplyDelete
I'm glad you find my 'double etheronet' cute, thank you!
А мне всё равно, что это за форма такая мудрёная - стихотворение хорошо само по себе!ReplyDelete