a poem by Pete Marshall
The door is shut to all who knock
and force themselves upon my porch
for home is where my heart lies deep
where wars are planned and battles fought.
and home is where I take my mind
that hides beneath the flowing robes
but home is where I left my soul
within a room no longer known.
Upon the stairs I hear the cries
of manic laughs and wicked lies
for home to these is where they play
as thoughts destroy each greying day
And home is where I hear the shouts
of words that fight to pacify
for home is where I lay in wait
and tend the blooms of life’s few highs.
but blooms and weeds remain the same
as both will wilt before they die
for home is where we learn to rest
within the heart of ones desire.
This Thurday, October 7th, is the Uk's National Poetry Day, (@poetrydayUK), to celebrate this day the theme "home" has been chosen. What does "home" mean to you - the building you live in, the place you came from, or a taste of home cooking?
Home to me is my M.I.N.D, a place that yearns for peace, a place that I wish could live in harmony with me. On Sunday, 10th October, it is World Mental Health Day, whose theme is "Urbanisation & Health", I therefore have written this poem to help unite both causes.
If you would like more information on any of the above please visit the following
M.I.N.D. - For better mental health http://www.mind.org.uk/
World Mental Health Day 2010 http://www.who.int/mediacentre/events/annual/world_mental_health_day/en/index.html
World Federation for Mental Health http://www.wfmh.org/00WorldMentalHealthDay.htm
Uk National Poetry Day http://www.nationalpoetryday.co.uk/
@poetrydayUK on Twitter
This poem is also for One Shot Wednesday, a great platform for poets from all over the world to unite, promote and explore poetry of all genres. Opens tonight 10pm UK time and all day Wednesday, write a poem and share!
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