Your House of Rhyme

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I stand outside your house of rhyme, but will not enter in it was to me, a welcome place where love would always win a place of sweet camaraderie, a place of give and take It was to me a haven that I never would forsake But now I stand here at the door and know this will not be the place that welcomed me and so I turn away to flee before the walls of sturdy words is blurred from tear filled eyes I take a look through window clear that's curtained with the lies I see inside a cheery glow, there burns an ardent fire Another muse now there resides and she is your desire My words have lost their warming touch like stones they lie all dead and yet one time, they were divine; you worshiped them in bed I turn my back and walk away no more a welcomed guest and though you ask of me to come I'll silence your beheast My heart will not indulge a tear; no longer will I weep Your house of rhyme will one day fall; its rubble, I will sweep. Eileen Manassian

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Lenny Gazbowski

Date: 5/12/2016 2:04:00 PM

many levels to your wonderful write Eileen.

Momo Lewis

Date: 4/27/2016 3:26:00 PM

LOveeeeeeee

Poet Tacito

Date: 3/26/2016 2:59:00 PM

Relentlessly powerful. A reality we never really prefer and care to embrace. Brighter days, after the rain.

Timothy Hicks

Date: 3/14/2016 1:59:00 AM

That's one way to wipe the dirt off your shoulders ... when you said "house of rhyme", and I began to read your poem, I thought you were talking about the Soup, and I was like, "NOooo, don't go!" But reading the comments I see that my interpretation might have been incorrect (hopefully). Excellent verse, dear lady. Changes are painful, but sometimes for the better.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 3/13/2016 9:16:00 AM

Impressive Eileen, one as amazing as you should never settle for second fiddle. 77777777!

Eileen Manassian
Date: 3/13/2016 12:36:00 PM

:) Thank you, dear. That's a very kind compliment. Blessings....

Paul Callus

Date: 3/13/2016 8:58:00 AM

The poem itself is beautiful, Eileen, but isn't it sad when somebody we love now has eyes only for someone new!! One day, when the excitement of this new conquest fizzles out, he could be tempted to go back to his former love, but she won't be playing second fiddle!! hugs // paul

Eileen Manassian
Date: 3/13/2016 12:37:00 PM

Yes, it is sad....yet, this is a fact of life. It happens. Happy those who are happy in love. :) Hugs, dear.