Poetry prompt for day 9: What feels like home

Write a poem that starts in your favorite room.

It doesn’t have to be in your house, or in a house, or in a building (depending on how you want to think of a “room”). And if it starts in your favorite room, where does it go?

*** Poem fom day 9 (up about a day–and then “poof”, it will be gone) ***


(This poem was in the kitchen–I’m not even sure whose kitchen, but I couldn’t get out of it. I felt like this poem didn’t work, didn’t get going.)

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