Home…a poem

she built her home
out of magic
the walls
were formed from
bits of poetry
random words
torn memories
and pages
from her favorite books
sunshine
moonbeams
love
flowers
and chocolate
made up the ceiling
and yes
there were
shreds of rage
and revenge
moments of
loss
and despair
that sometimes
littered the floor
but the cats
and trees
brushed those things aside
covering her nest
with beautiful leaves
sparkles
birdsong
and soft contented
purrs

 

Photo:  Mikaela Stenström
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I love buildings that bloom…

Photo:  Ahmed
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House number two…

I’d like to live here.  Kitchen in the Vegetarian Cookbook section, etc., you know.  How fabulous to dwell among this number of books.  Although, there are some books that would have to go.

It’s bright and cheery.  I love white, and the stairs would give me a great workout everyday.  I would need windows, however.  Huge skylight. and lots of plants and CATS.  They would have a blast, running up and down, walking on railings and sleeping on shelves and couches.

I would make some changes, naturally and maybe put an enormous chandelier here and there, so the crystals sparkle in the sun from the skylights.  Maybe a swing and tree. I might have the railings remade in a beautiful design, or use heavy glass here or there, or even steel wires  A gigantic fireplace, on one floor, a lap pool somewhere, and an enormous cat playground.  Maybe a couple of puppies and birds too.  Anyway, it would just be one of my places because my white cottage, on the beach, is still my number one destination.

 

Pixabay

If…

if you believe in
MAGICK
you’ll always
find your way
HOME

 

Photo:  Darius Bashar
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Love…

When I look at this poor house, through no fault of it’s own, it started to die, because no one loved it.  It stopped being cared for.

I think relationships are like that.  If love isn’t cared for and appreciated, they too can fall apart and end up abandoned.  If things get in the way of what’s important, people will just walk away.  When that happens, the relationship dies.

The thing every relationship/love needs is different for every one, of course.  Only the people involved know what they need/want, but they all need attention and care.

I happened to marry a chicklet. Well, he was actually human, but he was as cute and sweet as a chicklet.   I was absolutely crazy about him.  He was my chicklet until the Great Hen came and took him to wherever chicklets go when their lives are over.  So, while my house is freshly painted, my heart mostly looks like the house in the picture.  It’s hard to maintain a heart that’s been torn to pieces far too many times.