Open Poetry #25 |
Introspection |
machiner Member
since 2003-03-13
Posts 67MA, US |
there is a house, over there, on the hill. It calls out my name, asking me to come and mend the crroked shutters. asking me to stay a while, and breath life into its dry, still timbers. when I make my timid approach I hear music and laughter. I smell fresh bread baking, and I sense the caution with which the children step, so as not to disturb the cake baking along side the bread; whose scent becomes drowned-out, obscured by the hurried activity... as I reach the house, I can see images trapped in the cracks that abound here. I know the stories that were told here; a gift of the house. there is something else, of considerable urgency. i can't make it out - and then I avert my eyes and notice there is a crack in this mirror in front of me. machiner |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Nice introspective piece, machiner... and welcome to our Passionate poetic walls... |
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carol Senior Member
since 2003-01-25
Posts 624Florida USA |
Very nice write Real friends celebrate in who we are and have faith in all that we can become |
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