My Blog as a Home for Rocking Chair Writers

My poetry blog is a dollhouse
that fits inside my heart.

It has a tiny front door
that blocks my husband

with his big ego. Occasionally
I let him sit on the porch

and have a beer. Once or twice
he’s tried to peek in the windows

but I quickly shut the curtains
so he can’t see all the little

knickknacks of truth
I have arranged in the living room.

Most of the time he just ignores
my writing and that leaves

me free to run around inside.
Sometimes I jump on the bed,

sometimes I cook up a savory
word chowder or bake

a loaf of poetry. Mmmm…
can you smell it? I think

I’ll slather a slice with butter
and sit in my favorite chair

to enjoy the syllables
of this home I’ve created

for myself.