The Silence of This House

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The silence of this house

speaks volumes about the people
           who used to live here.
I contain the fragment
           of their memory.
They speak to me,
only I hear them.
Only I respond.
They remind me of the hello
                  and goodbye of life.
The coming and the going of
                  the real world.
Better here, in this imagination,
where voices still speak and argue.
Where embraces are still exchanged and felt.
They are all gone now, these people.
These people allied through
                            common ancestry.
Children now adults.
Adults now children.
Not living in one voice.
Not loving in common bond.
Still I hear them.
         Walking footsteps
                    crafting images
                          for my decapitated heart.
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heatherburns35's picture


excellent poetry. One of your very best.

new_wave_franky's picture

Powerful and profound.

This is an extremely powerful and profound write. I really like the way you come to convey such deep thoughts inthis. There is also a true feeling of brilliance to this, as it sort of brings forth the feeling that nothing exactly like this has ever been expressed within words before. At least, that is, in this exact way. Ilike the ghost-like atmospheric quality of this, seemnly written and expressed through your deeper emotions. Poetry such as this truly speaks for itself, as it is what poetry is, and should, indeed be all about. I sincerely admire your gift of creating such worthwhile work, and I sincerely respect you as true and exceptional poet. Take care.


"Still I hear them.

           Walking footsteps

                         crafting images

                                for my decapitated heart." - An excellent closing to this. Works perfectly, as it left me feeling a very high level of emotion.



March 12, 2011.