no one notices
the vacant house
the wall flower, whispered about by
the pretty willows
tears become bricks of loneliness
the door's still lovely mouth
murmurs: why the fence?
it isn't right
I need another family, so that I may
reclaim my balance
a new family
to be my everything.
mn
whirl
I love to look at vacant houses at night - each one tells a story.
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely, haunting also...very nice. "I need another family so that I may reclaim my balance..." Yes, I can imagine an empty house whispering these words.
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yes, the 'house is not a home', especially without a family within
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this and yes, I often wonder what empty houses think and what their stories are.
ReplyDeleteTy. SE. so much.
ReplyDeleteSo true, awakened words.
Hi Daphne TY, yes I've always wondered.
It is a human trait to give inanimate object feelings. You have done this beautifully here.
ReplyDeletetears become bricks of loneliness - what a powerful line..we can make new families..find good people and gather them up around us..
ReplyDeleteTY! jRose yes - find or open ourselves up to good people and create family.
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