- Non-Erotic Poetry
- House Of Life
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House of Life
Nails and glue and solder and wire and clay and and bone and spittle
have held the pieces of my house of life together
Undermined by poor craftsmanship, a lack of thoroughness of thought,
along with an assortment of maladies afflicting all infrastructure
Heaving, sagging, peeling, rotting, fading, cracking, flooding, burning, wearing,
temporarily relieved by refurbishing and remodeling the shapes of things
Is this dwelling no longer fit for habitation?
Foundation covered by rubbish and refuse tossed aside in pursuit
of strengthening, remodeling, and reaffirming my architecture
Building additions in hope of improvement and augmentation of my value
only to find later that the blending of styles resulted in a mish-mash of purpose
Rusting, corroding, decaying, shifting, freezing, fragmenting, seizing, settling,
occasionally noticed and tended to, staving off the finality of time
When my house of life, corrupted in disrepair, collapses in condemnation
- COMMENTS
Syndra Lynnalmost 20 years agomessage and the feel of this poem, but not the form. Could it be improved with shorter lines? Edit a bit and this will be a gem. Nice work!
