FOUNDATION OF MY HEART
Iowa ~
where the tall corn grows.
lightning bugs
dance at night,
and the work ethic is strong ~
it’s where I’m from–home.
2021-07-08
P. Riggs
Written for Poetic Bloomings Prompt 341 – Home Is Where the Heart Is
SOUTH TEXAS
Exotic
is overrated.
Give me the
country roads
and peaceful ranchland that I
call home, any day.
04-17-2020
P. Riggs
Prompted by Poetic Asides DAY 17
ORDER OF THE DAY
office: closed
as luck would have it
however
I’m not stuck
without anything to do.
“Work safe and stay home.”
04-07-2020
P. Riggs
Prompted by Poetic Asides DAY 7
I’m grateful to still be able to safely work from home at a time when many are wondering about the fate of their jobs.
DAYDREAMS
The countryside
where cattle, goats and donkeys roam,
the countryside
where family and friends abide…
a comfortable place to call home.
I long to plant roots in the loam
(of) the countryside.
2019-05-22
P. Wanken
Shared at Poetic Asides for Poetic Form: Rondelet.
Home.
Where dirt roads were without directions or landmarks (unless you were from there, then you knew to turn at the corner where Kenneth’s house used to be). How often I traveled the six dusty miles into town. There, streets had stop signs instead of stop lights and were lined with houses that I knew what they looked like inside, and who was sitting around the kitchen tables (many of them, my relatives). Life took me far from there, four states away, and my time spent on those dirt roads and quiet streets have been few and far between. On Mother’s Day, my voice travels back on a different path, to be at that place once again…I’m grateful for the visit by phone, but there’s no place like home.
the road less traveled
is the one that takes me home ~
time to plan a trip
2019-05-12
P. Wanken
Shared at Poetic Bloomings
echoes from the silence 