I can't seem to stop writing poetry or reading poetry. I think it is safe to say I love poetry and I love sharing great poetry with others.
I Want a House
I want a house...
I want a house I can call a home
I want a home of floating mindscape
I want a house with conflict and drama
(illustrious not disastrous)
I want a home that never changes
I want a home in open space
I want a house whose melody vibrates through time
I want a home as object or filled with objects
I want a house crawling with life
I want a house that changes a little, maybe less conflict,
I want a home of flexible interior
like a combustion of one million stringed instruments
I want a house to read
I want a house that holds a day
I want a house full of footsteps
I want a house with comfortable stylish furniture
I want a home with a ceiling
I want Saturday Evening Post comfort
I want a home that forgives my doubts
I want a home as a barrier and barricade
I want a house to hide my aching feet
I want a home that feels the change of seasons
© 2021 Jamie Lee Hamann
manatita44 from london on April 03, 2021:
Yes, I was thinking like Bill, even before I read his comments. Knowing you, you shouldn't be short of most of the things you've included. That would include sweet chaos and confusion, of course. Chuckle. Happy Easter to all!
Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on April 03, 2021:
A good writer/poet can create from the most mundane of words. Well done! I suspect, with your children, you always have a "home." Happy Easter to you and your family.
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on April 03, 2021:
An interesting poem, Jamie. We all want a home, don’t we? Whether it is actually a house or something else. We can make a home where ever our loved ones are.
Misbah from The Planet Earth on April 03, 2021:
Jamie, this is very touchy. I like it!!
Thanks for sharing
Blessings and Peace