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A House On the Cliff's Edge

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A House On the Cliff's Edge

There is a house on the cliff’s edge,
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline
At night, the tide lifts high against a foggy moon
In the morning, gloomy clouds settle with the sea
At times, not even the birds are seen or heard
The house is left to nature’s caress

Home-crafted seashell chimes sway and sing with the wind
Crushed sand dollars lie together on the back porch
The shells were once whole, collected by the former owners
Long gone are they now, smiling with the moon
The owners are the very sound of the ocean spray,
Striking the rocks, announcing the cool dawn of day
They are not the dark, empty rooms,
The rooms that nobody thinks of as they go about their lives
The quiet owners are long gone—thought of only by one
A stillborn legacy about as tiresome as the sun,
When the clouds crisp out its beams . . .

A seawater puddle is in the middle of the dining room
Nobody knows it sits there, sinking in the floorboards
It used to be a far larger puddle after a storm,
Stealthily leaking into the house
But now it is small—so small—and the boards are moist,
Moist with its only companion amongst the instilled silence

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
They were not much for socials and gatherings
They always lived their quiet, happy lives
Without a care of the outside world,
Far from anybody’s thought
Miles from the nearest home
Where the next generation comfortably lives 

He never finished fixing that leak . . .

Sometimes the puddle gets bigger after other storms
And when it does, there is almost life there again
You can see the chandelier reflected on the unperturbed water
As a crystal dangles and falls from on high
The dark silence following the drop is as deep as thought . . .

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
There is merely a house on the cliff’s edge
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline

-March 21, 2013-

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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  1. Date: 3/19/2014 3:42:00 AM
    I was just going through my fav poem list and clicked on this baby. Never get tired of reading it...

  1. Date: 9/18/2013 2:20:00 PM
    a well done winning poem. Laura, ............ luv ~SKAT~

  1. Date: 9/18/2013 2:53:00 AM
    Big congrats on your first place win Laura!!!!

  1. Date: 9/14/2013 4:53:00 PM
    Yes indeed Laura, I sure do remember THIS baby...The broken sea dollars 'smiling with the moon' and then the focus turns to a simple puddle on the dining room floor...My oh my, a true masterpiece going directly to my favorites - Tim

    Ryerson Avatar Tim Ryerson
    Date: 9/14/2013 5:00:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    AND you are on my fav poet list too I'll have you know...
  1. Date: 9/14/2013 1:53:00 PM
    congrats on a fine poem and win Shadow x smile

  1. Date: 9/14/2013 7:39:00 AM
    Congratulations on your win. There's much mystique and imagery to enjoy in this one :)

  1. Date: 9/14/2013 6:52:00 AM
    Well done, congratulations on your top placement.

  1. Date: 9/13/2013 11:49:00 AM
    A beautiful piece of work. I love the feel of this one. I always wonder what memories old houses hold. Congratulation on your win. It was indeed well deserved. ~Kilmer

  1. Date: 9/13/2013 10:13:00 AM
    Awesome write. Congrats on your well deserved wkn.

  1. Date: 9/13/2013 8:47:00 AM
    wow... Nice to see you on my #1 spot Laura, stopping by with hugs & smiles:-) xox (-: CONGRATULATIONS :) on your win. Enjoy my blog "You know where my heart is" when you have time. Always & Forever xox-Linda-xox

  1. Date: 9/13/2013 8:32:00 AM
    Congrats on winning first place in the contest, Laura

  1. Date: 5/4/2013 11:24:00 PM
    Such melancholy in this, Laura! It really makes your mind wander when you think of all these dormant places, and forgotten things, just sitting there being remembered by... no one. My favorite part was the reflection of the chandelier in the fluctuating puddle... you really put me in the scene. The beginning bits also reminded of a short story I read awhile back. It was called The Strange High House in the Mist by H.P. Lovecraft.

  1. Date: 4/8/2013 3:24:00 PM
    Laura this is a wonderful poem.....reads like a lovely story....

  1. Date: 3/29/2013 7:24:00 AM
    Wow...So very happy to have been introduced to your poetry, Laura...To me, this has an air of sadness and longing about it but is breathtakingly beautiful as well, centered around a puddle in the dining room...Love the repeating lines throughout and where you have placed them...Thanks for this - Tim

  1. Date: 3/29/2013 3:10:00 AM
    Laura this is wonderful, I love derelict houses, the history of them, well done. Happy Easter....David