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Art, autumn, birds, gogyohka, micropoetry, Photography, Poetry, Tanka, winter
driving home
every autumn evening
I measure the emptiness
of my heart
against the moon
http://twitter.com/alotus_poetry
I gather
your smiles
they remind me
wherever I go
I am home
an old skipjack
comes home to the place
of her birth,
and all the old people
come out to meet her
the winds of war
gather on their border
will they come to blows
again this Korea
divided North and South
the spider
gathering her web
fly fishing
in the skies
within my home
Florida
this winter
of spring days
just catching
my heart
http://twitter.com/KrisLindbeck
childhood
“are we home yet?”
now alone in my car
and under my breath
I ask constantly
http://twitter.com/CoyoteSings
Crisp clear night
time to go home;
in my spacesuit
I open the door
and step off the Earth
under the moon
she dances with stars
nights under her spell
softly
she returns home
http://twitter.com/BeyondRoses
home
is the cat
waiting
at the door
pleased to see you
this, too
was once a home -
raindrops gather
in an empty
snail shell
http://twitter.com/cirrusdream
her peeled skin
floor gathered
exposed to elements
beyond her control
you can see her heart
Stuck at home
on my own
gathering dust
like ornaments
on the shelf
http://twitter.com/Firebrand12
must leave home
to buy some groceries
trusting the party
will save it’s highlights
for my return
http://twitter.com/MarcoBom_74
wandering
mindlessly
looking for
the place called home
my home is you
“When you kids
leave home,”
Mom says,
“Then I’ll buy expensive
face creams and perfumes.”
I gather up
the loose threads
of my life
and stitch together
a quilt of memories
here
when I found poetry
I knew
my heart
was home
my warm shirt
washed once in hot water
small
and even smaller
I miss my little daughter
http://twitter.com/offthepagepoems
Loved ones
across the
four winds
once gathered
are home
his broad hand
reclines
at home
in the small
of my back
http://twitter.com/myearthgirl
can they really
read my mind
at dusk
crows gather
in the fields
http://twitter.com/monkeywillow
rain oh rain
home to melancholy -
gather leaves
on my yard
and down the street
http://twitter.com/shayruldawn
whiners gather
together they drone
so much easier
than finding eons of happiness
on their own
in a world
where nothing
seems real
i have found you
now, i’m home
here,
where the wild geese gather
in winter,
your heart will find
the end of a long flight
Mom making a pie
I loan her my thumb
and then my favorite job–
poking a hole
so the blackbirds can sing
in the musty bedsit
of my absence
I trawl
the white noise
for blips of home
http://twitter.com/ldwilkinson
tiny souls in trees
calming my mind
never more than two branches
away
from home
http://twitter.com/CoyoteSings
Or do I still live
in the kitchen
with my mother cooking
or lying in the honeysuckle
in the empty lot?
http://twitter.com/KrisLindbeck
ripped out
but still beating
coursing with mother’s love
home
is where the heart is
http://twitter.com/ThoseThr3Words
his gait
gathers glances
from the room:
nary an eye-white
is seen
a haven
cloistered and safe
a small flame gutters
deep inside
the home within
Never mind, my friends
we will continue
#gogparty at my bamboo home
with some sake
and sprouting moon poetry
Home
is wherever the cat
feels comfortable enough
to sleep
on your lap
http://twitter.com/Nature__Lover
*our youngest gogparty-goer
and all the photographs in this post
are by her (Amy)
Thank you to all who came to the gogyohka party
on Twitter, please scroll down and see the selection from the first half or click on the gogparty link at the end of this post.
..poetry is where the heart is.









