Our bodies know before our minds
when we’ve come home.
For some, home is
the high drama
of the mountains, or the solid
sameness of the plains.
For others it’s
the ever-shifting
mood of shore and sea. For me it’s
the gentleness
of these rolling
Piedmont hills.
JDG
Some might call “Home” poetry — I call it painting with words. Nice.
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Joan, I really like the way you have combined inner and outer geography. Having had at least some experience of all these places, I also find comfort in the gentle rolling hills. Which doesn’t preclude visits to the other places. Thank you, Dabney
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Dabney, I love the phrase “inner geography”. Many thanks,
Joan
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