The Never-Ending Poem
This House I Call Home
Welcoming in spite of me
I wouldn’t have picked you, Had circumstances been different. But they were what they were And you my best choice.
I don’t regret you, much. Don’t think you are “too big for one,” As some have said. Every inch has been used.
Whoever designed you, Is not compatible with me. But reworking things I became compatible with you.
A dance floor in the bathroom is not necessary, A closet big enough, is. The living room small, and too cold, The bedroom too warm and light.
Yet I drive down the street To imperfect you, And I sigh as you welcome me. I am home.
Here are some other responses to the prompt.
From Stephen Dalton
From Tooth Truth Roopa Vikesh.
From Chirag.
Suryatapa thank you for including me in the prompt.
From what I understand, this is part of The Never-Ending poem started by Martin Rushton.
My next task is to give a new subject and challenge ten writers to write a poem on that topic. You’re free to publish anywhere you like, of course.
So the topic will be “Dead End.” The writers I challenge are the awesome Michelle Marie Warner, Edie Meade, Sydney Duke Richey, Tommy Ueland, Colin Thomas, Manasi Diwakar, Connie Song, Sam Ripples, EP McKnight, and Juan Ramirez. Looking forward to seeing your work, if you choose to accept the challenge. 😍
