There is no homelike place
only an empty space
where once the toys were piled
a legend, etched in pencil on a wall
growth of a child
meticulously charted, inch by inch
and line by loving line
too easily erased…
Continue reading by downloading the latest copy of Free Verse Revolution literary magazine, which this month has the theme of Hestia (hearth & home). This is one of my ‘golden oldie’ poems, but when I saw the call for submissions on this theme, I felt compelled to submit it. Many thanks to editor Kristiana for all her hard work in producing this beautiful publication. The publication features the work of many talented poets, and I can’t wait to read my copy!
In other news…you might notice I’m not around the blogosphere so much, as work on my novel continues. I’m really happy with my progress, around 46,000 words through a structural edit, and I think it is shaping up nicely. Stay tuned for updates, and have a wonderful weekend!
Ingrid
Experiments in Fiction 
just downloaded my copy
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Great – Iβm sure you will enjoy it π
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I like this poem. It had many reminiscences of my kids growing up, and happy times long since passed. Sadly though, there are many in the world who would gladly call somewhere with basic food and shelter a homelike place. π
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Thatβs so true, Hobbo, thank you.
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Congratulations, Ingrid! A poignant poem–to find that homelike place and make one for our children–something some never have.
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Thank you Merril!
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You’re welcome!
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I like how it went from a personal happy place to a universal outlook to come back within. You raise some very important issues.
So good to know your work on your novel is going well. But it is commendable that you still find time to read and comment. β€οΈ
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Thank you Punam: yesterday I was at a wedding, so today I will try to catch up β€οΈ
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Congratulations, beautiful Poetess. ππΌ I will download and continue reading, of course, but until then I must tell you, as someone who has moved many times and the parent of a grown child, how moved I am by your opening stanza. π
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Ingrid, this poem is an epic journey. Truly. It is honest, gripping, empowering, and so relatable to someone who has lived through what you write about. And the ending! Bravo.
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Thank you so much Michele! I was at a wedding yesterday so will be catching up with reading this morning β€οΈ
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Thank you Michele π
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Wow! This is an incredibly powerful piece, Ingrid. Congratulations!
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Thank you kindly Susi!
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You’re welcome, Ingrid! :)
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Congratulations, Ingrid! The opening of this reminiscent poem compels me to read more as it follows a winding road paved by time.
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Thank you Jaya!
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I love the update… you are sure good at this writing and blogging gig!! Kudos for setting such a professional example. <33 xo
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Thank you Lia: I treat it like a job. Even if I tell 100 people Iβm a writer and they laugh at me – writers write, and thatβs what I do!
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Love it. Thanks my friend. Writer on.
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congrats on both counts Ingrid … no idea how you fit it all in but mothers are so used to juggling, impressive!
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Maybe I drop a few balls here and there, but I keep going π
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I’ve no doubt, you’re a very strong and resilient creative … a pleasure to know you!
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Such a great poem on many levels.loved it.
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Iβm glad you did, thank you!
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Beautiful poem Ingrid. Congratulations!
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Thank you Gabriela! β€οΈ
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oh wow love that Ingrid and yay on your novel.. i’m soooo impressed!ππππ
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You can be impressed when I have a six-figure book deal π€£ thanks Cindy π
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I very much enjoyed reading your poem, Ingrid. Very poignant and very true <3 It resonated with me as I often find myself home from home. It seems the only true homes can be found in oneself or in others sometimes.
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I think so! Thank you Sunra π
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