A House Called Home (A Kyrielle Sonnet)

Not too tiny, nothing sprawling
Cozy for when guests come calling
Sift through neighborhoods with a comb
Searching for a house to call home

Plans for a future we don’t know
Hoping for one we can’t say no
Afraid of all that is unknown
Searching for a house to call home

With sunny windowsills to bask
Why is this a difficult task?
Peering down these streets, we still roam
Searching for a house to call home

Not too tiny, nothing sprawling
Searching for a house to call home

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A Kyrielle sonnet. The form is very similar to day five’s Kyrielle.

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6 thoughts on “A House Called Home (A Kyrielle Sonnet)

  1. Ah, the subtle frustration and slight despair in searching not for four walls but a home. Homes are made, not found, but houses that will become homes are always needed. This doesn’t just embody a search, however, it also involves the picturing / imagining / designing of said home. So if the idea precedes the actualization, then there is a home out there already.

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