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| Photograph by Margaret Bednar |
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houses
breathe us in
their walls
dripping with time past, entwine lifelines
the museums
of our triumphs, failures and milestones
all filled
with stains from which we grew
places
we've been to are wired like electrons to our memories
returning,
revisiting at any moment
from the
forests where the battles of history unfolded
to the
mists of the April rain showers
and the
sunlight of the evening catching your desires
you were
there,
that's why it matters
a certain
feeling, a sound - like a silk tread
pierces
through our hearts, evoking a traveller within
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Written for a prompt by Margaret at the real toads.
very evocative lines...love 'the stains from which we grew'...as i read the lines 'the traveller' within becomes nostalgic...
ReplyDeletecool opening line...houses breathing us in...
ReplyDeleteand i like how the last line pulls against that
how the littlest thread pulls us to move on.
What an intriguing concept to think about houses breathing those who live there in. I GET it. The house becomes part of those who live there. And those who live there forever become part of the house & its history through the years. Well penned poem, Natasa.
ReplyDeleteIt's so true...parts of us entwined with the buildings we have lived and loved in. You can always feel the essence of a building when you enter it. You get a sense whether it was a place of joy and light or hardship and shadows. Beautiful, Nataša.
ReplyDeleteI believe houses do have a life and we are part of each place we visit.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea that some of us remains in those walls that housed our lives there........certainly those walls figure in our memories of times past.........loved this poem, Natasa.
ReplyDeleteSome houses definitely seem to have absorbed memories of the people who have lived there. "entwine lifelines / the museums of our triumphs, failures and milestones - I love this image. It speaks to me!
ReplyDeleteVery nice :-)
ReplyDeleteZQ
Places where we lived really 'breathe us in', memory come at any moment, comparing and being like first love, unrepeatable...~ Magnetic poem.
ReplyDeletea certain feeling, a sound - like a silk tread
ReplyDeletepierces through our hearts, evoking a traveler within
The travel bug is always there to goad one to move on. Nicely Natasa!
Hank
"Houses breathe us in.." Lovely. Yes, each house we move into becomes a part of us.
ReplyDelete"and the sunlight of the evening catching your desires
ReplyDeleteyou were there,"… Yes, a last lingering look, and you hope you can be back soon. I remember looking at the houses and thinking "I wish I belonged to that house"
Thanks for writing to this - I just saw it now.