This week we have the title and first line of Merle Haggard's country song
Life's like Poetry
~
Abandoned Houses ~
In
some kind of persistent love-hate quest
I
keep looking for them when on the road,
I’m
drawn to them. Forsaken, forgotten,
Abandoned
– they work their rusty magic,
The
old spell of deterioration.
They
pull me into their orbit of words
Once
spoken, echoes of laughter and cries,
And
the silent footsteps of time gone by.
Their
empty eyes, their souls open to winds,
Their
drafty hollowness – speak poetry.
They’re
like an ode to ghosts of the past -
Life’s
transient visitors, turned to dust.
I
love poetry, but I prefer life.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
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Derelict houses always hint at a story, and you captured the feeling.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rinkly, I love those houses, but they do make me very sad.
DeletePoetry is life!
ReplyDeleteLife is poetry, poetry is life, the 'dead' houses are poetic, thus living?.. My head's spinning :-)
Delete"They pull me into their orbit of words..." and then gravity locks you into place.
ReplyDeleteYes, it does...
Deletethat last line is powerful. i like how you really love the old houses, so cool
ReplyDeletegainfully employed
I really do love them. Thank you, zongrik.
DeleteLove this poem. Beautifully written and haunting. It's true, you see an abandoned house and you can almost hear the echoes of the lives that were lived there.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much for your comment, Tracy!
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