Empty Echoes
In the winter wind, a massive pine
brushes the clapboard of this house
that has not seen paint in fifty years.
Weathered and fading to gray,
it is neglected and long past
any rustic charm. Snow is cupped
in the upturned edges of the siding.
Shutters hang at an angle beside
windows that once glowed
with warmth, but now stand dull
and lifeless. There is no bustle,
no activity, just banging shutters.
You say you hear laughter
from this house? That’s nothing
more than echoes from the past.
Perhaps you also smell roast turkey
and spiced apple, or hear dishes
clattering. Broken pieces on the floor
are all that remain of those. This home
has not seen a festive dinner in years.
And that’s no wisp of smoke
from the chimney, just snow blowing
from the roof of an empty house.
But you knew that when you saw
those lifeless windows.
This poem is my response to Poetics: Outside Looking In, the prompt from Laura at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which asks us to imagine a house with no family connections, no memories of our own to call upon.
Image source: Wikimedia Commons
So vivid!
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🙂 Thank you.
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A really great job Ken…. I like the way you go from outside to inside and draw images of the life that once existed there.
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Thanks, Dwight.
I wrote a prose piece nearly 20 years ago, and I realized that I could revise the depth of the human element in it and rewrite it as verse for this prompt.
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It worked very well Ken.
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Thank you
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Oh, I love this, Ken. Such a vivid picture–and it leaves me wondering what happened, and who the person is. Wonderful reading, too!
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Thank you, Merril. Many years ago, passing a rundown house in the country planted a seed that became prose (with much more life to it). I knew that prose from 20 years ago could be the seed for this prompt, and it worked.
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It did!
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I was struck by the title and how you filled up this house with its glimpsed past –
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Thank you, Laura. Thirty years ago, while traveling to my parents’ home in the country, I would pass a home similar to this, except that it was lived-in. It’s rundown appearance made me wonder how close it was to being abandoned and what it was like when it was (hopefully) full of life. I haven’t been that way in many, many years. Perhaps, by now, it actually is lifeless.
Thank you for the prompt.
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Yeah, you sure can paint it, Ken. Very perfectly detailed tale. Thanks.
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And thank you, Ron..
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The title alone is brilliance, Ken! I love how powerful the glimpses that follow 💝💝
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Thank you, Sanaa.
Credit where credit is due — the title came from my wife.
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Stunning!
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Thanks!
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I like how you invite the reader, then describe the pieces of the place, then come back to the reader again. Very well done and you breathe it to life as you read.
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Thank you. 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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The mood of the poem picks up that of the photo very well Ken. Nicely done.
Pat
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Thank you. 🙂
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Brr. A little past the nostalgia, just like what it portrays. Still I have a fascination for abandoned places. Maybe there I can feel at home?
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And imagine potential, even if it is in the past.
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