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no one is at home

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I knocked at the door right on time
I pressed the doorbell and heard it chime
I waited a few minutes until I was sure
no one would answer so I moved from the door
I skirted the house via the garden gate
I went round the back again to wait
the back door was locked the blind was down
I went to a bedroom window with a furrowed frown
I peered through the glass into a dim interior
all looked in order through that glassy mirror
the furniture was upright the bed had been made
through the dining room window the  table was laid
I went to the kitchen to look further inside
the fridge was closed dishes washed and dried 
so I went back to the front and sat on the step
rain had started to fall I was getting wet
so where was I in this absent dilemma?
not a sign inside not even a glimmer
I thought then I should ring on  the phone
but what was the point?
I definitely wasn’t at home!

Dew

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Strathbogie sunrise
I accept the dew of early morn as through golden hour I walk
the brittle sun of dawn is come
to break on every dewy stem and stalk
an ascending wave it pushes away nights waning mantle of grey
seeking out each shaded hollow where the sprites of night still play

as my feet dampen and my spirits rise with every step I take
i feel the joy inside of me stir peacefully to fully awake
the first touch of warmth upon my skin bodes well for another day
i turn my face to far horizon where sun breaks cover with glorious rays

vivid pinks and yellows dress the sky in resplendent heavenly garb
the first full shafts of light to pierce the dew delight with rainbowed prisms and shards
they brush the earth with tantalising grace promise of the day to come
I consider that prospect as I return to the place where I came from

my home upon the hill does beckon lit in tones of gold
breakfast awaits and children’s smiles call me back to the fold
as I return in new light I reflect on mornings journey through rising mist
toward embracing tasks ahead, now worry off my list
as mornings clarity prepares me for the next path 
I am to tread
this moment of pure atmosphere  also readies me 
I am dewly led

Poetry days #12.

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mud

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I walked the roads on my feet of clay 
clods of mud trailing in my wake
thick and sticky gluey and grippy
wet and heavy from the rain

I thought to put down roots again
I sought out my home lost long ago
but when I found it and I stood still
I discovered my roots would no longer grow

A poem of parental love

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Head for home my darlings

Run the very last mile

Take your mother in your arms

Revel in her smile

 

See the family home awaiting

Doors always open for you

Embrace the love inside

The love that greets you two

 

To see you home again my loves

To look into your eyes

To touch your cheeks, your hair

Makes parents come alive

 

We hear the stories of life being lived

Interested and entranced

We see you grow and give

Toward life’s merry dance

 

Through all trials and tribulations

You know we’re always here

We hold you in our hearts

We hold you ever dear

 

Accepting your achievements

Your foibles and your flaws

Our pleasure’s in the hoping

That there’s always to be more

 

Lay down your heads our children

On the pillows of your youth

For sharing and for solace

This home is yours in truth