a strained strand of mutiny
and the longing to flee
and the silence of honeysuckles in bloom
like the empty humanness; existence in a room
this is the sound of my memory of home…
National Poetry Month: Day 18
Prompt: The sound of home.
30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 30 in 30.
Love and Ink,