Perhaps all the work I did
The nails I drove
The garden beds
I labored in and love
The paint that cheers the inside light
Were a foreshadowing
A Hadrian's Wall
Defense against the stealthy foe
A safe place to retreat
A flight
Which I thought you'd share
But you had to leave
Yet another reason why
I stay in my house of Peace
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Lorna (
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A fine write Lorna.
I shouldn't be alive. I tried holding my breath for 24 hours. I didn't feel well afterwards. lol. (Do shut up Orchi. lol)
Well you can't hold your breath and talk so I don't think that will work for you...... did you have fun yesterday? And you lived through that battle again.....! More lives than a cat.........
What a beautiful poem. Thank you!
😊
It is necessary to have a sanctum, a place to be self without pressures of 'outside' and society.
When you are ready, whats is 'outside' will be there for you. We are created to be sociable beings quite naturally......
....... time will do it's healing thing.
Keep safe and well.
I like it inside .... will never be ready....... and anyway, there are sick people out there....... we have to hold our breath like Orchi if we go out..........
A beautiful poem and I just love Enya - always listening to her.
Thanks Michael....... I love her too.........
Wonderful words Lorna, that safe place of Peace is there for you and you can just be yourself and do what YOU want to do within that place called HOME.
Andy
Sounds selfish doesn't it......... but after many years of dealing with the world .... this ain't so bad.
wonderful,
I would think such a write would have a healing effect on the author (assuming the source inspiration be authentic), which is shared through its meditative qualities by the reader
Thank you LB .. yes, real home..... the writing, whether bad or decent, will hopefully keep some of our little gray cells alive....... enjoy your day.......
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