I watch the clouds
Shapes form and drown
The sunlight glistens through
Formations of winged worlds
Make and break
On my horizon, true
Tick tock of time
Measures each view
In beat with the train as it chugs through
Listening to the gusty wind
Watching lights flash orange
Yellow, green, red, no blue
Tail lights snaking
Away up the road
Souls bracing against the cold
Now the sirens and flash of blue
Choppers slice, break the air above
Then silence again
The wind whistles through
The home I love
End
by Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris
My home looks like some sort of tower block transformer in shadow!
I love being at home nowadays – it has taken time and now I’m appreciating this space. Tower blocks are not everyone’s choice, but the views are amazing. What I see out my windows inspires me almost every single day – people watching for sure but more so the amazing English weather.
Have you made a move of home to cater for a change in your lifestyle, health or otherwise? How did you find the adjustment of living space and pace? Do you think one ever truly unpacks?
Thanks again for your time.
Your poem did an excellent job of conveying your observations. Yes, I did move because I was tired of living in a big city, with all of its trappings. I live in a rural area now, and I enjoy the lack of traffic and commotion that I used to live with.
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I live in leafy Hertfordshire so it’s green but I have the M1 within earshot. I recently spent a couple of nights away and the silence was deafening.
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I lived near a major international airport, so the house would rumble on takeoffs. That never bothered me. But when I moved to the country, the damn crows would wake me up. 😉
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Ahhh, those country crows!!! No wonder a group of crows is called a ‘murder’ …the noise is outstanding!
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