Inspiration Call: Word Prompt Wednesday

 

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Inspiration Call: Word Prompt Wednesday: Home

Use the word of the day in poetic or short story form.

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  1. Home Coming

    I think that today
    will be my home coming day.
    The day I’ve been waiting for,
    when I’ll come back.
    to where I came from.
    Back
    to here where I belong.
    Even though,
    I was never here before,
    never in this place,
    never with this person.
    I know I’m home.
    I can feel it.
    And know I will stay
    and that it
    and you
    will stay
    with me.
    I must go outside sometimes,
    leave sometimes,
    of course I must.
    But I’m floating free
    and I will take it all with me.
    It has become
    part of my being,
    so I can’t move away.
    Can’t separate us.
    This place and this person,
    have engulfed me.
    Surrounded me in sweetness
    and brought me back
    from wherever I was,
    Brought me home,
    made me complete,
    but still free floating,
    carrying them with me
    always.
    It’s the day I’ve been waiting for.

    Lynn White

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  2. My Home

    Home is not a place
    But a feeling,
    Deep within me
    Plunging to the depths of my soul,
    Conjuring ecstatic emotion
    And unexplained ecstasy.

    Home is not a house
    But a being,
    Another spirit that blends
    Perfectly with mine.
    Not a perfect person,
    But one meant for solely me.

    Home is not a state
    But a state of mind,
    Filling my heart abundantly
    With love and understanding
    For the one that completes me
    Simply and wholly.

    Home is never temporary,
    It remains constant no matter the ride.
    His gaze, his touch, his words-
    They keep me safe inside my head,
    Right here beside me, or miles afar
    My home is in his heart.

    I have been away for a while now,
    Waiting for the spark to reflame.
    He toggles between validation and expulsion
    And struggles to change order for me,
    But I know beyond the shadow of doubt
    I want to go HOME.

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  3. Home is not a place
    But a feeling,
    Deep within me
    Plunging to the depths of my soul,
    Conjuring ecstatic emotion
    And unexplained ecstasy.

    Home is not a house
    But a being,
    Another spirit that blends
    Perfectly with mine.
    Not a perfect person,
    But one meant for solely me.

    Home is not a state
    But a state of mind,
    Filling my heart abundantly
    With love and understanding
    For the one that completes me
    Simply and wholly.

    Home is never temporary,
    It remains constant no matter the ride.
    His gaze, his touch, his words-
    They keep me safe inside my head,
    Right here beside me, or miles afar
    My home is in his heart.

    I have been away for a while now,
    Waiting for the spark to reflame.
    He toggles between validation and expulsion
    And struggles to change order for me,
    But I know beyond the shadow of doubt
    I want to go HOME.

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  4. My some-day home
    so far away
    sitting softly in the evening light
    peaking through lacy curtains

    bittersweet silence,
    broken by the shrieking kettle
    steam rising wistfully
    pour a cup of comfort.

    The tea is gone, my empty mug
    I trace its rim and breathe so soft.

    A creaking door and you are home.

    Steps creak as you walk over
    The wind outside is blowing
    soft as your kiss on my head.

    When you are gone,
    I’m alone.

    But when you’re here,
    I am home.

    Cassie L 🙂

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