Sunday, February 23, 2014

This house


An Asheville, NC B&B
Photography by:  Margaret Bednar


the dust is ever-present

while the hours are fragile & wrinkled in jars

the roof is semi-ruined,

cardboard & ash contained

or maybe its just my eyes

crestfallen, turning steeply into themselves 

because you, my love

have hurled doubts

stones

rumored & worn out, 

craving

for another mouth to kiss -




Posted for:   Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Play It Again & Kenia's Word Challenge List
and Poets United  - Thanks for the visit ~

40 comments:

  1. we oft don't see these things until our eyes are opened to them
    for better or worse...and then that is all we can see.
    the hours fragile in wrinkled jars...what a description

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    1. A matter of perspective ~ Our eyes see what it wants to see all the time ~

      Thanks Brian ~

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  2. This is a wonderfully rich poem, and the perfect blend of two prompts.

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  3. ...fragile hours... You have a wonderful way with words. Well done.

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  4. I could feel a certain empathy while I read this one. Its strange how the reader could share the emotions with the writer,a strange alchemy I think. Certainly loved this.

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    1. I think if one has these thoughts or experiences, one can empathize with the writer ~

      It like a bulb going off your head, hey I know that ~ Thanks for the visit ~

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  5. Oh, I love this, it's raw emotion. We're made of these things, not many of us can talk them out.

    Thanks for writing to my prompt, Grace. You're writing beautifully, you know that. :)

    Kisses <3

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    1. Thank you for the word list prompt Kenia ~ And kisses too, smiles ~

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  6. Love ' hours are fragile & wrinkled in jars' ...'eyes

    crestfallen, turning steeply into themselves' ~ wow ...and the subject, "my love" has so many transcription...I choose the house as subject since it is the title :) Peaceful Sunday, Grace xx

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  7. powerfully expressive poetry and well penned ~

    artmusedog and carol
    www.acreativeharbor.com

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  8. "the hours are fragile and wrinkled in jars"… that is awesome. I love long walks through old neighborhoods and I see the outside charm, immaculate gardens, etc. - but what goes on inside just can't be all "perfect" and this poem certainly points that out! Nicely done, Grace.

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    1. Thanks for the lovely pictures Margaret ~ Yes, what goes on inside those lovely houses can't be "all perfect" and immaculate as their garden ~

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  9. The ravages of time may be ever present, and yet its beauty rages on in my mind's eye. A lovely home sweet home. Your poem clearly sheds this thought ..... very nice.

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  10. this captured me but i'm struggling with what is happening. i evern read it five times.
    maybe i've lost my comprehension intuition. love your words, metaphors, etc., though

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    1. When your love has doubts or runs out of the door, you see the house differently ~ Also, I have used the word list from Kenia as prompt ~

      Thanks for humoring me, smiles ~

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  11. I really love that closing line...it makes me wonder of the meaning here. Sometimes I am not good at deciphering them.

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    1. Its okay Keith ~ Thanks for the visit ~

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  12. This is just wonderful Grace.. these raw feelings..especially in that last line...

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  13. The holes and scars and what have you just add to it

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  14. filled with poignancy - and that line 'while the hours are fragile & wrinkled in jars' stunning! K

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  15. This poem has an intensity to it, Grace; and the ending is painfully heartbreaking to the one involved. How sad to feel that one's love was seeking someone else.

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  16. I enjoyed the analogy between the house and the broken relationship!

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  17. "the hours are fragile and wrinkled in jars" - what a stellar line! The poem reveals a slow disintegration, as awareness grows. Great write!

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  18. Excellently powerful and emotional words.

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  19. There's a sad note of betrayal here that rings true.

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  20. Nice use of imagery. Hmmm, me thinks the narrator here to be a bitter one, but well earned. Good work!

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  21. This is...special and strong Grace!

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  22. How sad when a home would end up as only' almost a home. ' This is a felt piece, Grace. A truly inspired write. Smiles.

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  23. The sadness of heart is enveloping the world....a powerful write...

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  24. oh, see, this is brilliant, Grace: hours are fragile & wrinkled in jars, and so smoothly absorbed both prompts into one mix... have a good week ~

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  25. What happens behind closed doors...felt the emotions Grace x

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  26. Beautiful Grace! Your poetry never seizes to amaze me! Thank you for that! :-)

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  27. ah, Grace. This one made me a bit sad. Reminders of turning inward. Great writing. As always, thank you and have a beautiful week!

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  28. Masterful use of the word list .... Wrinkled hours AND in jars? Wonderful.

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  29. You did an amazing job. Like how you incorporated the words.

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  30. ooh...ouch..."the hours are fragile & wrinkled in jars" is dazzling poetically. Painfully beautiful poem Grace.

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  31. nice picture!
    very nice blog by the way :)

    kisses from Russia,
    Juliet
    RUSSIAN DOLL

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  32. Oh, this just oozes pain, Grace. I can almost taste the imminent betrayal. I love how much you evoke in so few words.

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