In the poem, “I Belong There,” by Mahmoud Darwis, the speaker talks about his home:
I belong there. I have many memories. I was born as everyone is born. I have a mother, a house with many windows, brothers, friends, and a prison cell with a chilly window!
Think about how you feel about your home, what you have learned from living there, and what images you associate with it. Then write a poem, that ends with the word home.
I used to sit
alone in my head
looking out.
The glass of my soul
reflecting on heartaches
and lies told
and friendships
broken.
And as I think back
to the walls of my youth
I cannot escape
the hurt that seeped
into my home.
Wow. Just wow. I really like this one. Both the prompt and your response to it.