Interior
The house inside.
The things you rest upon,eat upon,weep across.
Aged things,handed down,stolen.
Things you live with because you want to.
Interior
Reached by going into,down to,or sometimes
up to,secret cobweb cubbies,
broken parts,live wires.
A frontier space of old growth forests
and raging rivers
where things can hide from the hunter
Interior,
the neglected inside of many
a freshly painted house.
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We only got ten minutes to write a poem...so go easy on me.
My family is on their way back to California... me sad.
Tonight I will miss their kisses & "goodnight gamma"
I like the imagery of the "frontier space of old growth forests and raging rivers." I used to write poetry, too, but it's been a long time.
ReplyDeleteSorry you're missing your family ... will you see them again for the holidays?
Yes Goldenbird, they are coming back Dec 23...I hope not sick this time!
ReplyDeleteI know I have a few raging rivers and old growth forests in me! Thanks for commenting
Love the poem. Lucky you to have your grandchildren for the Holidays.
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