It's Now Just a House

The darkness of this quiet house scares me
No more, do I even hear it settling
As if remnants or reminders of loud steps
No more is there light within the rooms

The doors stay shut unless I, alone, open them
For they no longer slam with eagerness or anger
But rather hang in loneliness as barriers
From entering within the confines of the past

The feeling of a home no longer resonates
From within the walls now pale in color
As torn draperies cling to their last life
In an effort to catch one final breeze

I close the door behind me as I turn to say
My farewells to the home of my youth
Where memory’s keepsakes relocate 
To the vacant edges within my mind
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Strand Avatar
August 2, 2008 at 12:57 AM
Like the last line imagery Michael.Excellen writing as always.Rgds Brian & thanks for welcome observations
Suzadail Jr. Avatar
August 1, 2008 at 6:30 PM
Whether it was a castle or a tent, home is home and it holds special memories for each of us. I liked this one. God Bless. Vince
Foulk Avatar
August 1, 2008 at 10:21 AM
yes last month i went to the house that i grew up in. my brother is selling the house he moved last november. this was the first that i had seen the house empty. a lot of memories there. the house is in des moines iowa, and my wife does not want to move back there or i would buy it. but your poem really touched me and brought back some memories. thank you for reading my poem and for your comment
Wilson Avatar
August 1, 2008 at 6:55 AM
Michael, this nicely conveys that feeling one has when returning to a place that no longer has the function it has in one's memory.
Reynolds Avatar
August 1, 2008 at 6:30 AM
Michael, this is very well written, It reminds me of the tanka I wrote about the old 1700's house - such alure to old homes, all they have seen and heard, and the sadness that resonates loudly within empty walls...beautiful in its sadness...well done, my friend. Kristin XO
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