
Home.
A place where you live.
But more than that, where you have a heart.
Mine was not my first residence
But where my heart was: Grandma’s House.
We lived there more than once,
My mom and I,
And departed more times than that.
I remember moving, one of my first,
From city to county.
Then back home.
A lengthier stay or perhaps I was just older
Before we moved again.
The compass pointed north;
A different state.
State of being, state of mind, different in all kinds.
We moved away from home to school
Higher learning, learned away from home.
Walls like a castle with grounds to play.
We moved within the north and even came back home before going back.
After school we stayed but home has a siren’s call
Yet we didn’t move. I stayed. She went home.
The compass recentered, north was home
Yet home was always where the heart is.
My home, my heart is now even more north, True North, strong and free
This is for a dVerse prompt: And that is where our MTB poetry prompt begins today, leaving home, the central compass point of departure, thus:
25 lines
5 stanzas –
1st stanza is your home (real or imaginary)
next 4 stanzas – each compass point away from your home
5 lines per stanza – quintain
syllabic structure, optional rhyme (Crown Cinquain)*
OR
unrhymed and unstructured (Pentastitch)
the title should begin or include: “Five …………”
I hope you enjoy! 😊
I very much disliked living with my Edwardian grandparents but also have the best memories of growing up in their 200 year old creaky house. I haven’t been that far north for a decade now.
Nicely done Stew 👏
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Magic infiltrates grandmothers’ homes for so very many of us, including this reader. Your poem is lovely!!!
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So glad you enjoyed it. We do love our grandmas don’t we? 🥰
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True north— what a great way to end-
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Not a bad place to end up, I have to admit. 😁 Thanks for reading.
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Home is where the heart is because the heart has its own compass and knows the way.
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Very poetic and true. Sometimes we even carry home with us. Thanks for reading. 😊
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True North the way to go then! A wonderful journey.
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You seldom know where the road will take you. True North is not a bad place to end up. 😁 Thanks for reading!
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the compass revolving many times in your fast paced poem – all the unspoken feelings carried along with those directions – Bravo!
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it. Yes many years packed in those verses. 😁
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Truly digging into the meaning of home…
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Thank you! Yes, home is definitely more than a place.
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Grandma’s house always felt like home to me as well, very beautifully written! 👍
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Grandmas just have that way about them. 😁 Thank you for reading!
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