Rallentanda

Rallentanda

Saturday, May 25, 2019

Home


Criss Canning

home is a refuge
a place of peace and colour
my own little world

it's not a castle
but cosy warm and cute
with lots to look at



Criss Canning

when i shut the door
i breathe a sigh of relief
escape from the fray
peace at last

14 comments:

  1. Yes. It's a little prayer I often say--I'm home, peace at last.

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  2. How wonderful. Thanks for dropping by my blog today Rall

    Much🕊💖🕊love

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  3. This resonates with me, Rall. I feel the same way and say something similar whenever I come home.

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  4. Yes. Peace is our home where we leave our cares and worries behind.

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  5. Oh, me too. I am surrounded by wolves, it is all peace and comfort. Wherever I live, I wrap that peace and comfort around me.

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  6. Absolutely love this aspect of peace, because for me too, home is my place of peace:)

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  7. Yes, home is indeed peace, especially after a difficult day out in the world.

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  8. Home is where its at! Peace to you :)

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  9. Your poem is a paean to the peace of one's own home. Lovely!

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  10. All homes should feel that way: sadly there are those that don't have the same privilege as us to feel it.

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  11. Very nice and I feel the peace in your poem. For me too home is a safe and peaceful place.

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  12. I can relate to this sense of peace.

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