On calm water,
there is an empty house,
it grows in moss
under a dormant fog.
Through a leaky roof
dust as the smoke spins,
no one cares for the house anymore,
the picture paints time.
The wind looks into the windows,
loudly knocks on the door,
memories are full of him
in spider webs he sleeps.
And in front of the house
the sound of water is heard,
passing birds listen to her singing
and they are waiting for their dreams to come true.
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hai @margaretwise, the poem is very beautiful
Thank you :)
Beautiful poem! Starting the day with good vibes .. Happy day friend :)
I am very happy that I filled your heart with good vibes.
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Very nice poem, @margaretwise! It has a mysterious feel to it.
Once when I was a little girl, I often played in such houses with friends. The Venetian picture moved me into beautiful past moments.
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Greetings to you!
Your reply made me remember my own special experience with a particular house. Mine is very strange.
I wrote a freestyle poem called "Yellow House" some months ago, which is about the very strange knowledge that I strongly felt I had - sort of deja-vu-like - concerning a house we would drive by when I was a child whenever we went anywhere, as this was a rural area, and the house was miles from where we lived. I always felt that I knew what the inside of that house was like, in sharp detail.
The strange thing is, I still have that feeling today, though the house is now gone.
I'm starting with the photo. Wonderful! What I like old buildings, slightly degraded but with a special beauty. Air of aristocracy lost. Sadness and poetry. Venice! Thanks a lot for the beautiful illustration.
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Once when I was a little girl, I often played in such houses with friends. The Venetian picture moved me into beautiful past moments.
The pleasure is mine my dear friend :)
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That's nice! Such a memory I think is very dear.
Thank you so much my friend.
I enjoyed your empty house poem. Empty houses fascinate me. If only the walls could tell their stories.
Yes, indeed :) Thank you
Empty houses always give me a sense of long lost stories of the joyous past, people’s laughters and celebration, also the separation of people by time and incidents. Dreams that came and fulfilled and then gone! Pale memories drifting in the air!
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Beautifully written :) Thank you my friend
Beautiful thoughts express trough your writings ever.. God bless you dear friend..
I am so glad that you like it. Thank you very much.
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