Sunday, September 13

Forgotten


Two years ago we bought the house
and made love and casseroles
until the sunrise was done
then we were left under a  bleaching noon glare
salting
I almost died, I thought I did
but was revived when the storm came
pouring life from its dark pillows of fury
I choked from too much rain
you threw your head back and took it all in
we were pushed apart and together
together and apart
by wave after wave of confusion and pain
I threw a fit
and a hammer
and a shovel
and a shoe
you took my hand and said "Enough!"
we left the house
abandoned with relics of our lives
strewn about like a lazy attempt at sowing
germination terminated
to start again what never was.

Shared at Magpie Tales

18 comments:

  1. I like your take on the prompt, pain and plenty and the things left behing in their wake...

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  2. The house with "relics of our lives" is so descriptive - with broken dreams.

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  3. Sometimes things need to fall apart completely before they can get put back the right way.

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  4. Houses can be like those wings of Icarus.. when it melts we fall, and hopefully we have learned to swim..

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    1. Interesting perspective, Brudberg. Thank you.

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  5. relationships do seem like that sometimes. As we try to mix our souls...sometimes they just wont.

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    1. So true. Thank you for your comment, Michael.

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  6. Your words, more than bittersweet.... well done.

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    1. Thank you, Karen. I appreciate that. :-)

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  7. sad tale but beautifully fitted in some words, nice read

    My take : A Small Home

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