My father’s house






And in that place

between sleeping and awake

I came upon my house

a roofless husk

sinking to its bones

and stared a long, long while

into its dark and glassless



I looked for you

out back

by the tumbled sheds

and red wheelbarrow

but you were years gone

the washing hung grey

and tattered on the line

It was an empty place now

the grass dead and bleached




Words and image are my own.



15 thoughts on “My father’s house

      1. You didn’t seem all that enthusiastic so I thought I would give it a shot. I get off to a pretty good start but by the end I’m out of ideas and run out of steam a little bit. But I think you’ll get idea.

        Oh, oh WordPress
        I was told you were the best
        But of my writings
        I must confess
        You have made a mess
        Leaving me depressed
        With less success
        And now I must move on

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      2. Yeah, I won’t be named poet laureate any time soon. .:-) As to skills, I wouldn’t call you an ineffective music blogger. And don’t forget your mad graphics skills. I look forward to the movie from your graphic novel.

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