Michael J. Falotico Poet Couplet

A Change of View

My finger prints still seen on the window glass..
Roses once peaked as petals fell and scattered pass..

The dust on the vase still holds traces color and glow..
The dim light fights its way pass the curtains to show..

The paper still has imprints of words once written down..
Maybe a write on love or a lost day with some dreams found.
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The creaking of the chair still beats to its own song..
Could be the music from a poem of right and wrong..

The view from the window that once motivated these eyes..
Now makes room for a new sight to see their own sky..

The walls now blank where once laughter was heard..
This Poet now moves on to a picture and a new word..




My Mom is selling the house I grew up in..
A little sad but its time...

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Adeleke Adeite March 6, 2011 at 8:58 PM Wonderful memories Micheal! Love the flow of words & great imagery. Thanks for your kind comments. I'll put up an entry today! Stay great!

Margeret Bailey March 6, 2011 at 12:30 PM Enjoyed the sentiments written. Thanks.

Audrey Haick March 5, 2011 at 8:22 PM I miss this heart touching piece, Michael. We are blessed to have memories that live on. You captured the scene very well as your pen interpreted. Always, Annalise

Mikyle Bowie March 4, 2011 at 9:33 PM touching poem...very expressive...i could feel you letting go of a piece of your childhood

Dana Smith March 4, 2011 at 11:36 AM Very touching. I enjoyed. I've missed reading your work. Glad to be back. Dana'lynn

Joe Maverick March 4, 2011 at 10:56 AM touching piece here Michael, enoyed much.

Wilma Neels March 2, 2011 at 10:47 AM One thing is a surety Michael, the memories you have of this beautiful place will always be yours to cherish *hugs* love Wilma

Elaine George March 1, 2011 at 12:17 AM This has special meaning for me Joe. The very first poem I ever entered here at the soup was on this subject - returning to the house I spent most of my early childhood in just before it was torn down.. 'Where the Heart Resides'. Very heart-felt writing here. Lainie

Carolyn Devonshire February 28, 2011 at 11:28 AM Michael, I left a question on your blog and will wait for your response before posting a poem for your contest. Thanks! Love, Carolyn

February 27, 2011 at 5:08 PM Michael, your work is wonderful as well, I'll look forward to reading more.Thank you for your comments and the warm welcome.

Andrea Dietrich February 27, 2011 at 3:27 PM A very heartfelt poem, Michael. Yes, a sad thing too! Hope it is ok for us to do focus on states other than just a house (for your contest). I lived in many houses but the real change for me is in the differences in the states. Take lots of pictures of that old house. Your poem reminded me of that wonderful song that was on the radio a while back, about the house a girl grew up in. and darn I foget the name of that song.

Carolyn Devonshire February 27, 2011 at 11:46 AM Michael, it's always sad when someone leaves a house where they had so many wonderful memories. Had to do that when I left Tallahassee and still miss the place. Very inspiring. I think I will try to find time to write for your contest. You chose a theme to which most of us can relate. Great poem! At least you'll always have those memories. Love, Carolyn

Joyce Johnson February 27, 2011 at 10:28 AM that is sad but allowed for chance to write great sentimental poetry. I'm going to make a stab at your contest. Love, Joyce

Linda-Marie Sweetheart February 27, 2011 at 8:13 AM Most wonderful example as a guide for your brand new contest my White Knight ... good luck with this theme and will try to enter something grand for u to enjoy... amazing changes create amazing poetry luv.. like this ...rare beauty of remembrance.. your Jersey Girl in poetic mode this happy Sunday..luv..

Kabuteng P.Ink K. February 27, 2011 at 7:24 AM what a bittersweet poem, Michael-- very touching-- sure sounds like you loved that house but yup we move on and make room to allow others to share in the happiness :) I really enjoyed the soulful tone you put in here-- sending you soupmail after this :)

Nette Onclaud February 26, 2011 at 9:07 PM tremendous expressions brimming with poignant emotions, michael... much enjoyed! :) huggs!

Sarah Hales February 26, 2011 at 4:39 PM Amazing descriptions enjoyed this ,your thoughts on this home of yours ... remember the dreams you had and made there ,they still are around you ... love sarah x

Linda-Marie Sweetheart February 26, 2011 at 12:15 PM Eloquently penned Michael .. such beautiful lines transition into thoughts embracing poetry.. and a poet's creative side... enjoyed with luv.. as your Jersey Girl always does..forever..