Long ago the sun filled this old house with poetry
inspired by our laughter.
We stood right here
by the fireplace taking pictures
to wake memories and move our hearts
with reasons
to hold hands once again.
We are now alone inside these rooms
where our hearts
endure the stampede of dissolving laughter
and I find that I want the sun
to fill this old house again with poetry
that sails inside
all that we are.
Oh, if only sounds of laughter like magic
would fill our hearts with warmth
and we could be as trees
that feel the flowers around their roots
perhaps then,
we could leave these rooms.
Then we could remember the pictures
we took by the fireplace
like a brisk prick
to what is lost and forgotten
and wake memories
that once again
fill this old house
with poetry.
That was truly an amazing piece of writing. The way you described certain things really blew me away. There are 2 examples I will pull out to show you what I mean.
- We are now alone inside these rooms
where our hearts
endure the stampede of dissolving laughter
-Oh, if only sounds of laughter like magic
would fill our hearts with warmth
and we could be as trees
that feel the flowers around their roots
perhaps then,
we could leave these rooms.
Those are some of the best examples of descriptive writing I've seen. Great, great job.
This is such a delicate plea. Moving. You have a great big heart...The warmth and safety of an old house full of love and laughter are what you deserve.
The picture works really well. It reminds me that we never grow old in our quest for real loving relationships. And if they don't come our way for a while we can feel like beauty on ice (so to speak)
What a deep lovely thought. Bringing in the what once was and has always been. This technique in personal growth is like an early adulthood mind moving into the next stage. I love this concept. Great write! I really enjoyed reading this! It will all come back as the mind evolves as the sun revolves. :)
. oh, you filled this page with beautiful poetry, dear neva ... the universe of verse could never ignore such an earnest and heartfelt prayer ... it's a lovely song ...
I really like how you breathe life into your words, almost as if to personify life itself. This is written exceptionally well and brings to mind so many thoughts like you were trying to make the reader think of what's missing in their life. As if the poetry you're speaking of is that which fills a void in someone's life. Job well done!
This brings back bittersweet memories in my life. I find strength in your romantic bent, no sappy weepy whatever, and you tell your story unvarnished through that prism. But always with an eye on romantic love.
"We are now alone inside these rooms " and if you are together yet alone, there is the road to hell. To be lonely in a room of people all around, that hurts. That cuts.
You write of about more than mere poetry; the poetry here being the beard for something left unstated. Is this purely imagined work, or based on memory? (he rudely asks) My 2 cents worth, grant it little weight. I'm probably out in left field, way out.
After all my mumbo jumbo, this moved me, you snagged me then shook me with my own memories, you scamp! Bravo!!
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