Shady cobblestone streets
Cinnamon and foam
Regulars and rectangles
A place I call my home
Longing or belonging
Stained glass and polychrome
Tea cup troubles filled with bubbles
A place I call my home
Tell me theres a future
Something I’ve always known
My pathway always leading to
A place I call my home
No place like it!
Welcome Home! ?
I liked how the poem creates an unresolved cycle, it’s an enclosed form, by itself. Brilliant imagery, vivid and precise. Very East Coast, it felt like you were describing Greenwich Village (and the dilemma authors go through)
very nice one…..it transported me to a quaint place having a quaint home….I like such writings that gives an antique and timeless feel….