JamieMcK2001
Where is home? (poem below)
The June issue of my journal, The Question Mark, explores this question at questioning.org/Jun2023/home.html
The photo above, probably taken by my father, showed the home where I spent my early days, enjoying swimming, fishing and water skiing on the waters of Greenwich Cove.
I no longer think of this as home, as I have wandered hither and yon with my three cats, and have come to understand how we might create home wherever we live.
And sometimes, when romance is especially warm, we might feel most at home in our lover's arms, as expressed in the poem below.
Next to you
Lying next to you
I melt
Softened by your heat
I am butter soaking into toast
I am man loving woman
I am sun sinking into ocean
A sky ablaze with rose-tinted light
Waking next to you
I linger
Savoring your touch
Your scent
Your gentle breathing
In and out
At home in my arms
Sleeping the deep sleep
Living next to you
My palette is more vivid
My palate more complex
Life is shining and exuberant
Time slowed
Rhythm quickened
Pulse intense
Writing next to you
My words flow like a swollen river
Poem after poem after poem
As love and passion press me like a lemon
And juice pours out
Lyrically
While I surrender
Thankfully
© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved
You will find more of my poems and songs here
and in The Storm in Its Passing and Flights of Fancy.
My songs are at
Where is home? (poem below)
The June issue of my journal, The Question Mark, explores this question at questioning.org/Jun2023/home.html
The photo above, probably taken by my father, showed the home where I spent my early days, enjoying swimming, fishing and water skiing on the waters of Greenwich Cove.
I no longer think of this as home, as I have wandered hither and yon with my three cats, and have come to understand how we might create home wherever we live.
And sometimes, when romance is especially warm, we might feel most at home in our lover's arms, as expressed in the poem below.
Next to you
Lying next to you
I melt
Softened by your heat
I am butter soaking into toast
I am man loving woman
I am sun sinking into ocean
A sky ablaze with rose-tinted light
Waking next to you
I linger
Savoring your touch
Your scent
Your gentle breathing
In and out
At home in my arms
Sleeping the deep sleep
Living next to you
My palette is more vivid
My palate more complex
Life is shining and exuberant
Time slowed
Rhythm quickened
Pulse intense
Writing next to you
My words flow like a swollen river
Poem after poem after poem
As love and passion press me like a lemon
And juice pours out
Lyrically
While I surrender
Thankfully
© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved
You will find more of my poems and songs here
and in The Storm in Its Passing and Flights of Fancy.
My songs are at