Prose Poem: Home

Prose Poem


Going home.  I’m going home.  A common phrase, everyone uses it. It means something different to everyone in the end.  Some are talking about that building where they sleep and eat.  Home, or is it just a house.  Maybe, they are referring to that group of people they live with…family or room-mates. Continue reading

Free Verse: Arco my home

Yellow fields and mountains

Biking through the vineyards

Entering my ancient town

Thinking of past and future

And all the things I’ve done

What lucky intuition

Brought me to you

Oasis of calm and beauty

Font of inspiration

How I love you my dearest

Long sought out home

My heart swells up just to name you

As I do now with a contented sigh