Part of being a modern poet; is social media but as I said in my last blog, I’m crap at blogging on a regular schedule. This failing extends to my social media accounts (TikTok, Instagram, Twitter). Over the past year, I’ve slowly got my head around what I’m supposed to do with Instagram. I’ve even gotten past the initial terror of filming myself for TikTok. While my focus has shifted to those platforms, I’ve wondered what to do with this site. Part of me is keen on the whole, hit delete and start again– except that would be twelve years of work down the drain and not particularly fair on the followers who keep coming back each time my lazy arse remembers to put together something to post.
An overhaul is overdue.
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I am not a wanderer.
These feet find too much home
in sandstone slopes
and moss edged red bricks
tucked up in dandelion lawns
and weather worn fence posts.
These souls loose their itch
too close to the boundary mark.
Shutter up too soon after leaving.
Always find a way of looking back
everything I want. I have.
I just have to turn around.
My first poem since January. The prompt was to write a poem about the adventure of travel but I’m not ashamed to say that I’m an utter home bird. I do like visiting new places but I hate being away from home for long. I’m one of those people who’s attachment to their own bed beats almost every other attachment I have.
I like knowing that I’m at home.
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