Many houses in a street,
Each painted the same;
Pink walls, picket fences,
No numbers, no names.
In the street is my home,
You wonder how I can tell;
For identical are gardens,
And the sound of bells.
I’ve rung so many to see,
Many have stayed shut;
Some have opened once,
Started, and ended in but.
I’ll search my home here,
Till one will feel so true;
For on the other side will be,
The loving sight of you.
Wishing all of you a very Happy and Prosperous New Year 2020. Welcome to #WednesdayVerses! Reema and I offer you this prompt each Wednesday to inspire you to write a poem. If it does, do write it as a post on your blog and come link up with us. The linky is open from now till next Tuesday night! Please add your post to the link only if it is a post written for #WednesdayVerses.
The prompt for 12th February to 18th February is the photo above. You can find it here as well.
Liked this? Read some of my earlier poems written for Wednesday Verses.
Vinay Leo R.
12. 02. 2020
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.
I enjoyed this sweet you have posted. Home lies where the heart is, for sure.
Thank you, Jilly Funnell.