A Home Poem by Anne Yun

A Home

Rating: 4.3


A street light
together with a roving heart
might be a home enough
for he who builds sky as roof
chisels stars as vents

He leaves the vents open at nights
to let some human breaths escape
from their heavy and burning masks

Breezes from above the roof
want to cool and soften the masks
but, blocked by the so called 'room'

like an abandoned envelope
failed to convey any love
suspended outside the room
for a long long time

till a roving heart
take them home

A Home
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: earth,home
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Seamus O Brian 12 December 2016

A wonderful piece, forcing the reader to reconsider the concept of home from different perspectives. LOVE the stars as vents and the gently twisting ending.

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Anne Yun 13 December 2016

Thank you, your comments are the vents for me, fresh airs from heaven.

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Cigeng Zhang 08 April 2016

Nice poem, Anne. Home is the best place to go. Thank you for the topic Earth and Home.

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Gajanan Mishra 29 March 2016

sky roof, earth heaven..

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