Well then. Found you listed over at Johns "Going Gently" Glad I did so. I love old homes and poetry. And I love your poem about the old house, among many other things. I think that I will be back. Yes I do.
Wow. That's all I can say. You must publish (beyond the blog, of course). This is just too beautiful not to be shared with more folks. You have such a wonderful way with words. Love "liquid air" and the sky not having a monologue... and later the use of dialogue. Oh, and feet slogging. So. Darn. Good!
This so very good - I always think that old houses have some spirit in them, some memory of those who lived there. The rocking chair is just a totally cool element in this! Nicely done.
Yes, there is a dialogue with some old houses. The walls tell tales.
Very well done.
Have a fabulous day. :)
October 26, 2013 at 10:48 AM
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Every house could tell some stories; the older the house, the more secrets it is holding on to.
Your rondeau is spot on with regards to the rules of the form. My only quibble is using fog twice as a rhyme word - three times overall in the poem, which is something that is best avoided if possible as fog is not in the refrain.
I really enjoyed this poem, Gail. Thanks for playing at dVerse.
I continue to be amazed at your poetry!!!! What do you do with it, do you have it all in a notebook? I would buy it all if there was a way, but I think I am going to print them and keep them in a folder or something. Today I love the way you have woven the silence into the fog. And the old house, which stands solid, unlike toe fog. Brilliant!
I'm glad you are doing more of these prompts again. I enjoy your work!
=)
October 30, 2013 at 12:47 AM
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THE OLD HOUSE
The old house sat without a care
Drops floated on liquid air
The night sky empty except for fog
Held no sound, no monologue
The old house stood strong and fair.
We stood where our ancestors dared
We sang their praises, said a prayer,
And stumbled lost into the bog
The old house sat.
We suddenly became aware
The porch held a rocking chair
The eyes saw not where the feet could slog
We whispered a dialogue
To remind us, Beware!
The old house sat.
Written for dVerse~Poets Pub Form For All
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Close this window Jump to comment formWell then. Found you listed over at Johns "Going Gently" Glad I did so. I love old homes and poetry. And I love your poem about the old house, among many other things. I think that I will be back. Yes I do.
October 25, 2013 at 11:37 PM
Yes, old houses do seem almost alive sometimes.
Lynne x
October 26, 2013 at 3:01 AM
Your poem created tender thoughts . . .
Do you have a collection of your writing, poetry in print?
October 26, 2013 at 4:45 AM
very nicely done to form...i like the subject, focusing on the house and you give it quite a bit of subtle feeling....
i would not mind sitting on the porch in a rocking chair...smiles.
October 26, 2013 at 6:40 AM
I like it, and i like the old house that is sitting there in the fog...
October 26, 2013 at 7:11 AM
Love the subject and what you did with the form...old houses have many stories...nicely done
October 26, 2013 at 8:17 AM
That was a lovely poem. It was spookily speaking to me..... that old house!
Maggie x
Nuts in May
October 26, 2013 at 8:22 AM
If only those old houses can talk ~ Very spooking and perfect for Halloween theme ~ Good work on the form too ~
October 26, 2013 at 9:17 AM
my favorite lines:
The night sky empty except for fog
Held no sound, no monologue
October 26, 2013 at 9:19 AM
Wow. That's all I can say. You must publish (beyond the blog, of course). This is just too beautiful not to be shared with more folks. You have such a wonderful way with words. Love "liquid air" and the sky not having a monologue... and later the use of dialogue. Oh, and feet slogging. So. Darn. Good!
October 26, 2013 at 9:36 AM
Sometimes old houses tell the stories of people that had lived there once.. a great rondeau,
October 26, 2013 at 10:28 AM
This so very good - I always think that old houses have some spirit in them, some memory of those who lived there. The rocking chair is just a totally cool element in this! Nicely done.
October 26, 2013 at 10:34 AM
Yes, there is a dialogue with some old houses. The walls tell tales.
Very well done.
Have a fabulous day. :)
October 26, 2013 at 10:48 AM
Every house could tell some stories; the older the house, the more secrets it is holding on to.
Your rondeau is spot on with regards to the rules of the form. My only quibble is using fog twice as a rhyme word - three times overall in the poem, which is something that is best avoided if possible as fog is not in the refrain.
I really enjoyed this poem, Gail. Thanks for playing at dVerse.
October 26, 2013 at 11:28 AM
Very smooth and sweet flowing read here. Thanks
October 26, 2013 at 12:32 PM
I continue to be amazed at your poetry!!!! What do you do with it, do you have it all in a notebook? I would buy it all if there was a way, but I think I am going to print them and keep them in a folder or something. Today I love the way you have woven the silence into the fog. And the old house, which stands solid, unlike toe fog. Brilliant!
October 26, 2013 at 1:06 PM
Very interesting poem, Gail. :-)
I always wish the walls and old buildings could talk.
Have a wonderful Sunday! ♥
October 26, 2013 at 6:25 PM
The mist changes it all--makes it go from quaint and remnants of the past, to spooky and forbidding.
October 26, 2013 at 6:36 PM
I would be the one that would want to go explore that old house! Well done!
October 27, 2013 at 4:16 PM
I'm glad you are doing more of these prompts again. I enjoy your work!
=)
October 30, 2013 at 12:47 AM