Polly

Writings and Witterings

Dream On

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Oh! I dream of the day I have my own home
maybe thatched, with roses around the door.
It’s up a sandy, sheltered lane, with a path of loam
soft under my naked feet: a yielding, moving floor.

I have time to write, I have time to stare,
no demands and no choices to make.
Time for nothing, to go nowhere.
No emails, no letters, no time for fakes.

I think of what I have now,
and will let go for my dreams of the future.
A home of my own, a salve to my brow.
It’s a long time coming; I’m not a trooper.
I’m waiting to move, and how.

I don’t wish to journey my life away,
to a place I see in my dreams.
The place I’ll call home is where friends can stay.
It’s the place I’ll return to wherever I roam.
My home, my soon to be, home.

Polly Robinson © 2014

In response to Abhra’s prompt in dVerse poets Poetics : Around the world today – it’s the place for poets to visit, you will be glad you have.

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60 thoughts on “Dream On

  1. Beautiful..to seek the place to call home :)

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  2. I feel the same way about home. It has to be a place where friends can stay. Nicely written!

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  3. smiles…i hope you get that home…sounds like a lovely place…and i think having all that time
    would be a wonderful thing as well…a home and a good friend or friends…what more could you ask for…ha

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  4. You will get it I feel certain. It sounds so lovely!

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  5. very sweet write… A place to call is a blessing… Hope you get that soon!

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  6. very sweet write… A place to call *home is a blessing… Hope you get that soon!

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  7. May that place you see in your dreams become a reality. :)

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  8. a charming and poignant poem, polly. k.

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  9. A home like that.. I like the way to go barefoot on a yielding floor.. Hope you get that home..

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  10. I can understand the sentiment – and hope you find that special place… I’ve had to come to terms with never really having a place like that, of being an eternal nomad. The thatched cottage with roses at the door has such a powerful pull on the imagination, doesn’t it?

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    • Moving house makes one feel like an eternal nomad, or, if like me, your work has always taken you away, home becomes almost a figment of the imagination. My next move will hopefully become the home I’d love to have – fingers crossed ‘eh Marina :)

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  11. I love that home is where friends can stay–very inviting and cozy!

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  12. The nomadic life can be romantic for some but you really need a place to call your own sometimes.

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    • If work takes you away, home becomes almost lost… my next move should become the home I’d love to have – I’m hoping that day isn’t too far away – you’ll know when it happens, Joe :)

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  13. happy journey to your home….the best place on earth…beautiful lines…

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  14. Polly that was beautiful and very moving. That home is out there waiting for you and it sounds like the way I feel about where I am here in France.
    Until last night, there were three names in the mix. A friend and I hashed it out and I thought you deserve to be the first to know. I have decided to go with La Chatte Noir Presse. :) xxx

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  15. Reblogged this on poetry, photos and musings oh my! and commented:
    Polly, I know that dream is waiting for you just as mine was.

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  16. I could definitely picture your English cottage in your words. A place where friends feel at home sounds perfect. A lovely write.

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  17. Oh, this is beautiful. I love the picture you’ve made of your dream home–with roses and a sandy lane!

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  18. “A beautiful dream, an idyllic projection, a heartfelt goal–have been a gypsy most of my life, but the last 22 years I have put down roots in one place; and now that I’m retired, with all the Me time I desire, you have described a lot of my days; wonderful response to the prompt. Of course, once you have your “home”, & the honeymoon is over, then you do have to repair the roof, plumbing, painting as well; like a good marriage it requires maintenance to sustain the dream.

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  19. nice…. it’s precious to have a place we call home where we can just be and enjoy the company of guests as well

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  20. Lovely!! I would like to go to this place too!

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  21. Polly… let your mind take you there daily… sometimes are dreams are more delightful than reality of cleaning all that sand up…. LOL

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  22. This is simply lovely! I, too, would love to have the time to do nothing! And a home where friends can stay sounds oh so warm and comfortable!

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  23. Like this one Polly. Makes me want to shut my eyes and picture a wonderful little place to write in this beautiful house. I will share the house with you and we can meet occasionally in the garden to inspire each other and then drink wine with our friends….

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  24. To every season — turn, turn, turn — everything you wish and want comes to you in its time. Pluses and minuses in each. Enjoy the now and I pray for your idyll to come true!

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  25. I love the cosy image your words paint in your lovely poem Polly. I love the line “soft under my naked feet, a yielding moving floor”. Too many “homes” Ive visited are not bomes; they are mere houses and there is a huge difference x

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  26. What a lovely home you describe. I find a house without books has no hope of being a home, nor one where everything is ‘just so’ as if it is straight out of a magazine. A home has heart, does it not? I wish you success in finding yours!

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  27. Can I move into the neighbourhood too ? :)

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