I love the ending. She dreams of home. It took my imagination away. What is home? A place? A thought? A feeling? Home to me means being somewhere soft and warm. I dream of home 💕
For me, home is wherever I am. I understand that people, like cats, often attach to places, but maybe I'm more dog-like. I attach to those I love. If they're near, I'm home. Right now I'm sitting on my bed with Jace (my dog for anyone who reads this and doesn't know), writing, creating images, and replying to comments. I am home, and would be even if I were a thousand miles away.
Great poem! It does feel very dreamy and ethereal.
Mary Oliver is such pleasure to read. I lover her collection, "Owls and Other Fantasies". She has an essay in there about an injured seagull that kills me every time I read it.
I love the ending. She dreams of home. It took my imagination away. What is home? A place? A thought? A feeling? Home to me means being somewhere soft and warm. I dream of home 💕
For me, home is wherever I am. I understand that people, like cats, often attach to places, but maybe I'm more dog-like. I attach to those I love. If they're near, I'm home. Right now I'm sitting on my bed with Jace (my dog for anyone who reads this and doesn't know), writing, creating images, and replying to comments. I am home, and would be even if I were a thousand miles away.
Great poem! It does feel very dreamy and ethereal.
Mary Oliver is such pleasure to read. I lover her collection, "Owls and Other Fantasies". She has an essay in there about an injured seagull that kills me every time I read it.
Thank you, Jason. I haven't read that collection. I'll pick it up.
I found it very lovely. I am looking forward to the next one.
Thanks, Carol.
Wouldn't that be cool if it were true!
That’s lovely. Some people claim that the islands of the Azores are the tops of mountains from Atlantis.