Home, where words roam, as you sit chatting with Silence, trying to get it to say something, corners fill with its brooding, a moody presence, at peace with itself, even as I summon the lines, to do my bidding as I write, words that seek to hide, freedom they do highly prize, than sit bound on cobwebbed lines, spider-like I spin them through. The unsaids, Silence's friends. Welcome to the day 29 of #YoPoDiMo or the YourQuote Poetry Diversity Month i.e. September. Today, write a short poem set in home. Use any form be it free verse, sonnet or haiku. #homepoem #poemtime #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba #tejaswiniaura
