Ode to Home
To others you are but an empty space
Void of personality and meaning.
To me you are a canvas
Representing the mother lode of creativity.
With peeling skin in places
And leaking on occasion
With a hearth of warmth
To comfort me in times of need.
Devoid of real meaning until…
I take you in my wanting arms
And squeeze you with my might
And hear you creak at dawn’s light.
Who pulls me to her sacred breast
And feeds my soul?
When morning meets the night
Consoling me with history
and wisdom from ethereal shadows
I know and so
My humble abode I say to you with love
I’m home so not alone.
No doubt.
cc Lesley Fletcher 2012
Inspiration Import 
Beautiful post, thanks for sharing!
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I love your art and poem. Two of my favorite artistic expressions. Thanks for visiting my blog. Blessings.
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Thanks so much for your compliments – Blessings your way too
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Beautiful, Lesley! From house to home. . .a loving experience!
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TY Sharla – I am in your Spam box still 😦 ‘Please release me – let me go ‘ ♬♬♬ ) lol
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Do I need to do something on this end? I keep having some go to my spam…better go check now:>(
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You are free!!!!! Just found you in spam:>(
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Fantastic! Shamed to admit, with the exception of love, I’m very slow to make my house a home. Until recently career always seemed to get in the way.
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Your canvas awaits! thanks Kitt
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wonderful pairing of art and sentiment. I love my home, too. Safe haven, architectural mama…
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‘Architectural mama’ is so apt. I will have to remember that phrase… Thanks Charron.
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Love this!!!
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You know, yourself and other poets here (Linda Willows, Penny Howe -off-hand- could have missed a few!) have inspired me so much to expand my own poetry further so it is I that thank YOU too!
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awesomely speeechless!
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Awwwe – You are so very sweet Len
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A beautiful ode, Lesley. I can feel the love and warmth.
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Danke Marion – Welcome
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