Five Minute Exercise: Home

The place where I
Rest in between the sheets
Of a bed I call my own.

Where wake up calls
Are the unreasonable request
Of young children
Not the voice of a loud speaker megaphone.

The place
Where I know peace of mind.
Where the madness I know
Is completely mine.

Where I am fine
With disruptions to the day.
Where I lock myself inside to stay.

Land of a phone that rings
Voices on the other end ask for me.
Land locked and not out to sea.

Where I’d rather be.

Author’s Note: I once read an article about keeping  yourself active in writing. It recommended a number of writing exercises. My favorite was the ‘5 Minute Non-Stop’ in which you wrote whatever first came to mind in five minutes. Never my greatest work, but a really fun exercise.


About Z.

Poetic pipe and cigar enthusiast rifling through the haunted memories of a not so distant past while openly wrestling with faith and God. A rambling writer with the misguided notion that he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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