Sonnet House Poems

Our home is a place of unswerving love.
A sweet abode of peace we long to have.
Here our commitments, we often avow,
And dreams colorful, we skillfully...

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Were I to stretch my feet on floor,
The walls would lead me to the door.
If I walk tall, a bit unbent,
If not the roof my...

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We wait for news of the sale of our house,
our home. Weeks pass. Unsettled. Unable 
to focus on anything else. All seems
temporary; provisional or not...

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Midnight Hauntings Of Old Man Turner's House


Daylight's silver fingers haunt the old home
Ghosts stay there haunting and at night they roam
So eerie when they together...

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The Old Farmer Rests Warm In His Snug House

Within green grass in fields in Minnesota
an early Fall, a flaming sword to swing
no horses galloping in...

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"Darling! Seek a room where we'll radiate bright!"
Like the sun, in a realm where no walls confine?

"Yes! A realm brimming with moons, hearts, and light,
With...

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"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
        can you hear the whispering? " 
  ...

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There was this cul-de-sac I well recall
when I was not quite thirty. We’d just bought
our first house, which was cute and kind of small.
Blue, ranch...

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(Sonnet for Indian Lake)

I met a young girl on Saint Patrick’s Day. 
She was looking for something important
To fill in the void she was dealing...

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We had moved six times in my seven years
Always some apprehension on my part
At this new school, red-necked bullies to fear
Only I did not know...

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It is the sound of a glass house breaking 
As I sit on the precipice of fate
I live on the edge of silence taking 
The...

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Get out you feral ghost, never come back..
quit haunting I pray, depart my poor mind.
Faultless in features, vain visage you lack,
eyes lost to yesterday, while...

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Behind our house – so many memories
created by myself and siblings dear!
Way back behind it there were many trees -
a woods where we amused ourselves...

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The house of my sweet childhood still sits on
a little hill. It's blue; the roof is grey.
Ferns grow along the border of the lawn.
I want...

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They’d had a fight and he’d gone out for “air.”
Now he’d returned, a frown still on his face.
She knew him well and she did not...

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