Discombobulated

What a great sounding word ... discombobulated ... I've landed, of sorts, back in Yorkshire, in a place I call my home, which is fast becoming a building in which I store my things. A very extravagant storage facility. Hum ... my things, there's a thing !!! I've lived without the majority of my things for nearly 5 months now and to be honest not missed many of them. In fact the longer I'm away the more I forget what I have. It is a privilege to have a home for my things, it is a great relief to have a place to lay my head down at night, but I am fast learning my definition of home is becoming a looser and more fluid term of reference. My understanding of home is becoming more about where I happen to be than where my possessions may recide. Interestingly, home used to be about an external place and now it is more of an internal place. How life changes, without me even noticing.

Two 5 Minute Poems

I.
Thoughts and words
do not suffice.
They get between us
screen us from our
true feelings.
Your silent gaze
Your beautiful smile
say more
touch deeper and
reach further into
my heart
and will remain
with me longer
than any thoughts
or words.

II.
When the head meets
the heart and
they do battle,
what challenges and
tests ensue?
Thoughts take the
upper hand,
until tears erupt
and roll down your
cheeks,
as a reminder of
what;
pain, suffering
and futility, or
joy, happiness
and gratitude.
The head and the heart
walk hand in hand.