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Diary of a House

Diary of a House On a street called Curve I rest on lovely land Born when Elvis was young Born with high hopes. A cuddly couple came to see, See me in my fresh pine smell Pure white-grouted rose brick tiles They with chest-grasping smiles and dreams. The nursery filled, new paint would wait My dress of green unmowed was shred. Loss of work, he buried his head, "Please vacate" the notice said. And then the business lady Led strangers through my veins I wept for my little family, Lost to me. My roof raised its prickles Don Juan in his new Mercedes, A fledgling barrister with cans of color, New hope coursed in me. Soon his interest waned, As a bachelor’s life would do, Dishes piled, floors reviled, Grass and shrubs just grew. And now do I dare to care? Burly Dad, a 50ish mom, My lovely land is smooth, Beds though bare of blossom. Still, I sport some Christmas lights, On my 50's gingerbread, Hope again lurks surface close, Come spring to hold up my head. Impatiens and pansies will curve And coil around my base, Flotinias will adorn me, My green dress mended, clean faced. A showpiece I’ll be among scoffers, Who looked away from my tears, For the families that grew in them, Are growing old, in their crumbling years.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 3/24/2018 9:57:00 PM
I enjoyed reading this, each voice kept me wanting more. Well written. Great theme.
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Date: 3/20/2018 8:09:00 PM
A mesmerizing poem, Sunlite. Very touching and such creative prose. A gem of a poem! Love and joy always.
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Date: 3/15/2018 3:20:00 PM
This is just awesome. I enjoyed the rea. Uniquely done... Hugs and smile :)
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Date: 3/15/2018 7:59:00 AM
What an awesome title and idea for a poem!! This makes me think of the houses I have lived in, I always wonder what happened to those who lived there previously and how time has changed not just the house but the area... Great nostalgic poem Sunlite..
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Date: 3/14/2018 8:08:00 PM
A captivating and wondrous personification poem Sunlite. Beautifully expressed introspection, through your animated imagery, brings your house to endearing poetic life. Excellent! Warmest wishes. ~Susan
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Date: 3/14/2018 6:16:00 PM
What a darling poem, Sunlite. Well done.
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Date: 3/14/2018 6:02:00 PM
A well written Personification Sunlite :)
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