Daver Austin Poet Tanka

Old House

OLD HOUSE

built in 1905
before i was born
i wonder
what were the owners like?
shadows are quick to reply

some nights
as i watch the tube
quick shadows tell
i am not the owner
am but a house guest    an intruder

winter wearies
with the same old view
out my kitchen window
how many others before
how winter weary?

Dave Austi

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Manmath Dalei April 8, 2016 at 1:30 PM Dear Daver, Very nice write.I like it. Ur wording is very brilliant. With love........... Daver Austin April 9, 2016 at 12:02 PM Spooky, huh? I'm in to table-tipping too. Love, daver

Maurice Yvonne January 10, 2015 at 7:33 AM I just love your style Daver, you are always a pleasure to read. It always a thrill to read a gifted poet.

Andrea Dietrich January 6, 2015 at 6:40 PM Hi, DAver!! thanks for your comment today.

Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty January 6, 2015 at 9:22 AM A house has its own soul I so believe. Just imagine an old faithful dog( Old decrepit houses).Love daver.Wonderful. Your friend Rajat

Monterey Sirak January 6, 2015 at 8:45 AM I have often wondered about the previous inhabitants of old houses and buildings. Another gem of a poem from you. Daver Austin January 6, 2015 at 8:59 AM I don't know about the spooks, but it makes for a very interesting evening when the shadows dance. Love, daver

Connie Marcum Wong January 5, 2015 at 11:29 PM I can relate to this one Dave. Sometimes I see shadows or even form out of the corner of my eye, just enough to know I am not alone. You need one of those sun lamp things to cheer you this winter.

Andrea Dietrich January 5, 2015 at 1:54 PM These are more lovely melancholy poems. I think if you changed the last line of the last one, and related it to yourself, that would make it even better! that is really cool, calling yourself an intruder! We are all intruders of very old houses!

John Fleming January 5, 2015 at 12:56 PM I find your poem strangely appealing...well done!! :) john.