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This House
This House
Clouds are weeping at my door,
puddles tearfully trickle in
moonlight falls, whisper thin.
Shingles chatter on the roof,
winter sends her lonely kiss
restless winds, a soulful hiss.
Tousled twigs caress the windows,
shattered leaves sorrow down
willows writhe, orchids frown.
Shutters sigh outside these walls,
thunder moans in evening gloom
wilted love, she cannot bloom.
You truly have the soul of a
You truly have the soul of a poet because this is such a lovely poem. I love the way you made all the components of your poem living beings, winter sending her lonely kiss, shutters sigh, thunder moans, you are really talented.
This House
Well written descriptive poem full of imagery. Like.
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Writhe and frown
The imagery in this poem is mesmerizing.
Let your teeth show
Ditto all above comments,
Ditto all above comments, this is truly beautiful. :-)
i liked this write,sounded
i liked this write,sounded like a sea dweller
ron parrish
Whisper Thin Moonlight
You do this so effortlessly, nail me to the poetry floor where I am pinned - thinking - nice, good, okay, oh yeah, wow, :D, hmmmm, got it, I'll remember, doggoneit! ~ Yours In Writing, Stella
After A 7th Read
I am in awe of the tactile qualities of the imagery. Chattering roof shingles are especially emotion reaping. The isolation, the wind against the house's pieces. Marvelous to read and re-read. I am awed once again - Wichahpi Sioux For Star
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