Home

Home is a place to be

ones own

the caricuture of future plannings

and too busy days falls

into an abyss

as the doorway

opens into the dwelling of ones own peace

A shelter

A sanctity

A private space

Only known and seen by loved ones

Family

What is sent from home is chosen

By the occupant

No need to front

I won’t engage in debate

Over heated controversy

That had no place

In the dwelling of my own personal space.

Flowers

And dancing so hard

It’s rattling bones

Stirring ghosts

A quirk

A morbid twist

A phone call

A Hopeful

Dialogue

And a teasing saint

Blaring on the tv

as the mute button

is never found soon enough.