This weeks poetry prompt at Seedlings in Stone was yet another part of the house - the hallway.
I pondered all week, having thoughts of what the hallway in my house represents, but struggled with writing a poem. Today's deadline, I sit and write...still rough, unfinished, but the feelings now moved into words.
(sigh) This one was difficult.
Connected
Am I aware
That it is where
I monitor all
Coming and going
Making certain that
Loved ones stay
Tucked in covers
Warm and safe
Top of the hall
Is where I stand
Guard, waiting
Are you coming?
Where are your books?
They roll through
Doors like bowling balls
Running, ready
At night in bed
A soft glow
Each night light tells
That sleep has come
I read and watch
No one moves
The hallway still
Connecting
Brothers
Sisters
Mom and Dad
Just down the hall
I pondered all week, having thoughts of what the hallway in my house represents, but struggled with writing a poem. Today's deadline, I sit and write...still rough, unfinished, but the feelings now moved into words.
(sigh) This one was difficult.
Connected
Am I aware
That it is where
I monitor all
Coming and going
Making certain that
Loved ones stay
Tucked in covers
Warm and safe
Top of the hall
Is where I stand
Guard, waiting
Are you coming?
Where are your books?
They roll through
Doors like bowling balls
Running, ready
At night in bed
A soft glow
Each night light tells
That sleep has come
I read and watch
No one moves
The hallway still
Connecting
Brothers
Sisters
Mom and Dad
Just down the hall
Comments
Liked this phrase...
"where I stand
Guard, waiting
Are you coming?"
Fun to take these tours :)Laura
says a lot.
bowling balls and all!