your ghosts are welcome here:
they are with you.
there are no questions why,
or how, or wherefore --
and you can nestle in,
just over there...
or over here, if that
is where your heart's been.
i asked you once if you'd felt everything:
you said you always had, from early memory --
we laughed, that day: a taste of sweet-and-ginger,
a holiday no calendar had showing.
and when we left it off, the lakes were fuller,
almost buckminster fuller, we might say --
but why we'd say it, no one really knows.
word's gentle touch, a morning breeze that's blowing,
across the lonely hills, and by the dome
where clouds betray the fickleness of fortune,
how randomly we just call someplace,
"home"
Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.
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6 thoughts on “your ghosts are welcome here…”
What an interesting dwelling. I would love to know more about it if you have any details please!
What an interesting dwelling. I would love to know more about it if you have any details please!
That is a geodesic dome home, as popularized long ago by the “Buckminster Fuller” mentioned in the poem. There are not a lot of them left. Visit https://fullerdomehome.com/fuller-dome-home-carbondale-illinois.html to see one still standing in Illinois.
Thank you. I didn’t recognise it as such even though I have spent a considerable time in geodesic domes!
I love Geodesic Domes, ALMOST as much as I love a good Quonset Hut.
I love a geodesic dome ALMOST as much as I love a good Quonset Hut.
Such stability and so simple an idea.