tough times

I see you

in these tough times

and that is enough

glow in their house

there is always a glow

in somebody else’s house

looking from the outside

but

you cannot imagine

your house

to have the same luminosity

when others

view you in your home

so

It always is not true

what glitters…

is not always heaven

winter night

winter night

a dog barking in the distance

maybe he wants a home

mountains

the mountains
are welcoming and beautiful
but I still pine for home

home street…haiku

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/street/

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it may not be the best 

but the street where my home is

is where my heart stays

Places.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Places.”

I love the deep blue sea
The beaches with the white sand
The sound of waves lapping at the shore
The horizon …the end of land

I like the imposing mountains
Reaching up to the sky
The cool air rejuvenates
It sure gives me a high

But of all the places in the world
My home is my haven
I built it up from scratch
My life it does enliven

I love its modest bearings
I love the hidden secrets
I love the ingrained memories
It supports me in my moment of weakness.

My Paradise.

http://lindaghill.com/2015/02/13/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-february-1415/#comment-39145

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the creaky stairs

the unpainted door

the cracked windows

the unpolished floor

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the musty smell

of the old wood

reminds me of the days

of my childhood

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i love the balmy breeze

that flows in on summer days

i belong here i know

this is where my heart stays

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i am attached to this house forever

it was here i was born

my childhood still stays here

it was here my parents i did mourn

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i belong here i know

this is my paradise

i wish to be born again

in this house i emphasize

Home, Soil, Rain….a Haiku.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Free Association.”

as i sit inside my home

i hear the rain falling 

the smell of wet soil fills my senses