Description: I don't know how much sense you can make of this but it actually has a thought process behind it. It's not really random.
The Idea of Home -------------------------------------------
How is it that something can go unnoticed and this shade cools off my burning shoulders, on a sunny day
there is a door that opens if you look inside
the floors are made of wood
I sanded them down
and painted them
I wanted to just tear them up
to begin
opposing winds tossed and tumbled
the sun came up and the moon went down
the moon went down and the sun came up
we changed wood
to marble
and back again
before we figured out
that we wanted to make an electric fence
that wrapped around our houses that we built underground
we dug a hole
we used shovels
and the dirt just lifted away
and we piled it up on the sides of the yards
we played games behind them
I have this gun and you have that one
I'll shoot you and you can shoot at me back
please lets not really hit each other
I think the idea behind this is how we try to decorate and renovate and customize our homes to suit our personalites. But in the end your home is where your heart is.
Strangely i could make sense of some of it. But i beleive the poem is literal. for some reason everything you do/feel is encompassed with a problem. Some ancient entity perhaps is pouring itself out of you, but it has a hidden flaw.
Submission Name: The Idea of Home
