tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42382529468618907.post6476839394184801534..comments2023-10-15T10:30:16.775-04:00Comments on micro poetry...: BREAKING CAMP; COMING HOMEWalt Wojtanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02723314300320671675noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42382529468618907.post-2424777494383147372017-07-27T13:07:41.787-04:002017-07-27T13:07:41.787-04:00I still dream of our cold-water flat
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Words say it,
But actions don’t.
...Welcome no more.<br />Words say it,<br />But actions don’t.<br /><br />You raised me to be the child of God that I am,<br />Led me to the Call,<br />But not here.<br /><br />You are still home to me, <br />Though you claim me not.<br />Dena Kitchenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07299713147787824021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42382529468618907.post-7222010929041156232014-09-01T11:19:30.482-04:002014-09-01T11:19:30.482-04:00115 GRAHAM AVENUE
I still dream of our cold-water...115 GRAHAM AVENUE<br /><br />I still dream of our cold-water flat <br />in Brooklyn where I spent my first ten years.<br />The room that attracted me the most<br />had green mold growing rampant on the walls<br />and it was always winter-cold there,<br />even in the heat of summer months.<br />We took baths in the kitchen tub, behind<br />closed curtains and we shared the bathroom<br />with our neighbors, Hassidic Jews next door.<br />I did not know we were poor back then.<br />We were wealthy in laughter and love.<br />We were together we thought forever.<br />Mama baked our favorite birthday cakes.<br />Papa made up parables I never forgot.<br />Salvatore Buttacihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17477098872186908154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42382529468618907.post-55658979252733958812014-08-13T00:50:30.219-04:002014-08-13T00:50:30.219-04:00
Home
We came to live in Normandy
some twenty ye... <br />Home<br /><br />We came to live in Normandy<br />some twenty years ago, <br />but wouldn’t leave for a million pounds -<br />we have come home to roost.<br />Where else in the world<br />could I walk a hundred yards or so<br />with bonjours, ça vas <br />and bisous all the way?<br /><br />bisous = kissesvivinfrancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07388722600118753457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42382529468618907.post-80133120217017834402014-08-04T08:53:33.266-04:002014-08-04T08:53:33.266-04:00HOMECOMING
This house
welcomes me home.
Its walls...HOMECOMING<br /><br />This house<br />welcomes me home.<br />Its walls hug me,<br />reviving the serenity<br />I crave.<br /><br />© Susan Schoeffield<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14046508347489531051noreply@blogger.com