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Home
Our love is like a house
with the doors and windows
nailed firmly shut
from the inside.
Yet somehow you escape,
perhaps slipping up the chimney
silently, while I sleep. I know that
you have no other choice.
We have built our house
upon a haphazard pile
of experiences and revelations,
with soft words and kisses for glue.
Somehow it never shakes.
Not even when I am alone,
when loneliness threatens
to swallow me whole.
To sustain hope, I decorate,
planning for days when
you come home for dinner nightly
to the house that I never leave.
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Comment by: Dakota - 2008-03-25 14:10
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A very gentle and warm way to express feelings most of us have passed through or been held with for a time.
'with soft words and kisses for glue'
is a stand out line for me.
I see water colours and fields of pastel flowers for some reason. |
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| Is this an argument against radical feminisim? I see it that way in the fourth stanza. Is it the character's love for the other that gives the decorator the option of sustaining hope? If so, (but probably not, we are products of a "modern" world view) but if so, than I think this is a very loving and humble piece of poetry. with overtones of anxiety. |
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Comment by: lofty - 2006-11-13 09:48
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love the third stanza.
good work. |
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| I think you could open up the cental image of this poem a little to make it more interesting...some more description and emotive language, maybe? Other than that, good work and I enjoyed reading it. |
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Comment by: - 2006-10-12 17:08
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| HI, I like this, kinda conveyed some sort of real sadness which I liked. |
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