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Contributed by
ToughPoet
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Tuesday, 19th July 2005 @ 09:05:35 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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HOME
By Marty RicKard
Like a hatchling
in the down
of its mother's
throbbing breast
my heart
also
has a nest
where it
cuddles
in the tender
arms
of familiar things
And
though
great journeys
pleasure my eye
California valleys
Boston alleys
educate
and mystify
And
though
great marvels
I travel by
pyramids
that kiss
the sky
or glorious
abyss
It is only
when I return
to where
it all began
that I
rekindle
the wonder
of
familiar things
and
bliss
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ToughPoet
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2005-07-19 09:05:35]
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Re: Home
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by MorningDove on
Tuesday, 19th July 2005 @ 10:32:37 AM AEST
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I love this poem. It it rather like a travel log yet ends in familiar surroundings making one feel snug and comfy. My favorite part of a vacation is coming home where I can touch my life again. Great write.
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