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[Library] I May Never Know

by Nikki Rice

My home is not where I hang my hat,
nor where I sleep at night;
it is not a table where I grow fat,
nor a welcoming, familiar sight.

My home is a person whom I may never know.
My home is applause at the end of a show.
My home is the garden where curiosity doth grow.
My home is a person whom I may never know.

10/17/2007

Posted on 10/17/2007
Copyright © 2024 Nikki Rice

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/17/07 at 06:13 PM

I'm not quite sure what you're getting at here, but it IS full of intrigue. Mmmmm. I love a good suspense-filled poem. I want to hear the END of this one....LOL!!!

Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 10/18/07 at 04:01 AM

I think I get it, then again I tend to think outside the box; - by outside the box I mean down in the gutter - nevertheless, I like this piece. Not because I have a soft spot good rhymes, but because it says a lot with few words (I've always envied people who could pull that off). Home is indeed a person whom we may never know: This poem feels very lonely, and I adore it for it... Excellent work.

Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/18/07 at 11:09 AM

Well done!

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