All ways
are returning
back to the comfy chair
with a coffee, cat and a book
to read
To read
of roads ahead—
following that one star
a glamour hiding frozen wastes
—return!
Return
to opposite—
the pendulum swings down
here is another hell waiting
—return!
Return
Hollywood shines—
the hills hide the horrors
Barbie demons with plastic smiles
—return!
Go then
towards morning
letting the sunshine in
I will remain at this compass
always.
Shared with dVerse MTB: Five Leavings From Home and inspired by my own movement of home around the world
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Nice reflections on where, and what “home” is to you. I love reading your and all the others intrepretations of “home.” I definitely feel at home in my comfy chair, also! Great poem, Shaun! 🧡
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Thanks Cara 🙏 I haven’t had time to read other’s poems yet….
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The Hollywood stanza is my fav! Nice work, Shaun.
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Cheers Jay 🙏 I decided to change to plastic smiles from paedophiles…!
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It sounds like you have found the place for your life to settle into, Shaun…
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Well, there’s still some time to go, I hope! Things may change, but I imagine the direction will still be east. Thanks Andrew 🙏
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Shaun, I love all the leavings as explorations and the one spot that pulls you back – the cinquain works well with the pace of your poem
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Thanks Laura 🙏
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Forever returning. A book and a cat – there’s nothing like it.
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Indeed. Thanks Petru 🙏
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