The Rental

 

 

The Rental

The houses here are empty and off season,
and I am only here to hear myself,
to leave the harsh, mad coupling of noise
and pause a moment in this quiet retreat.
When I left home the trees were shedding blazes.
The night wind stalked the curliques of leaves.
They folded each departure into air

and turned their colors back into themselves.
And I too felt the oddest sense of folding,
a softening & leveling of clay.
It was as though I sprang anew from molding,
and grew refreshed each mile I drove away.
There are those moments in a life when leaving,
is easier than trying hard to stay.

Most people rake those moments in for saving.
They think they have an option for their use.
But options ride the cherry blooms of staying,
till one must choose the road or choose the house.
And as for houses, there are so many kinds.
I do not have to stay with what is mine.
The houses here are empty and off season.
I offer this one candlelight & shells.
The rooms are empty, so my thoughts can fill them,
with all the observations I have found.

 

Reviews

[Gandré]

There are those moments in a life when leaving,
is easier than trying hard to stay. --------------------I can relate to this, this is what makes me sticking with this poem and reread it later again like if this were my experiences you speak so breathtakingly about, and yet I love your romantic style which is your own. Wonderful and it crackles with 'Erkenntnis'. Thank you also for leaving me a review, dear Phibby.

[Ed Hart]

To have your Muse for a friend holding your hand and walking the days and pointing to this and that and turning everything to gold...there's a blessing x 3...

[E. A. Fielder]

"When I left home the trees were shedding blazes..." Beautiful description! I know I ask this a lot from writers but what was your inspiration? The season? I like how you ended the poem it was short but did not leave me wondering if there was more.

[Emily B]

oh, my . . . I am left without words . . . one of your best in my humble opinion . . . a new favorite

[Mark]

Equating the value of our life's experiences, and the experiences of others in our lives, to the emblazoned leaves falling from the trees--some to be saved, some to be burned, but all to inspire--this is a very moving insight, Phibby! While experiences, as leaves, will come, stay for a season and depart, yet the trees continue. Wonderful!

[W.k.kortas]

I am not going to even attempt to comment on this one. This is, in one man's opinion, the finest thing you have written to date.