#shuttered - Hello Poetry

Beyond boundaries Shuttered blinds Guessing lines on faces all of those have saving graces What we see is not always conceived Payment in kind Who do you know with certainty and the effects we project Before during and after Do you understand yourself enough to communicate through life

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May 7, 2020

May 7, 2020 at 5:54 AM UTC

PoeticTetra

Conjecture

Beyond boundaries Shuttered blinds Guessing lines on faces all of those have saving graces What we see is not always conceived Payment in kind Who do you know with certainty and the effects we project Before during and after Do you understand yourself enough to communicate through life

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Dream House by Michael R. Burch I have come to the house of my fondest dreams, but the shutters are boarded; the front door is locked; the mail box leans over; and where we once walked, the path is grown over with crabgrass and clover. I kick the trash can; it screams, topples over. The yard, weeded over, blooms white fluff, and green. The elm we once swung from leans over the stream. In the twilight I cling with both hands to the swing. Inside, perhaps, I hear the telephone ring or watch once again as the bleary-eyed mover takes down your picture. Dejected, I hover, asking over and over, “Why didn’t you love her?” Keywords/Tags: dream house, divorce, parting, separation, shuttered, weeds, trash can, mover, movers, moving, rejection, relocation

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Apr 3, 2020

Apr 3, 2020 at 4:07 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Dream House

Dream House by Michael R. Burch I have come to the house of my fondest dreams, but the shutters are boarded; the front door is locked; the mail box leans over; and where we once walked, the path is grown over with crabgrass and clover. I kick the trash can; it screams, topples over. The yard, weeded over, blooms white fluff, and green. The elm we once swung from leans over the stream. In the twilight I cling with both hands to the swing. Inside, perhaps, I hear the telephone ring or watch once again as the bleary-eyed mover takes down your picture. Dejected, I hover, asking over and over, “Why didn’t you love her?” Keywords/Tags: dream house, divorce, parting, separation, shuttered, weeds, trash can, mover, movers, moving, rejection, relocation

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I'm going mad, there is no doubt. children in my brain, whose dreams are broken, screaming in eternal silence, wanting to find his relations in the merry-go-round. volcanos burn me inside, their lavas slaying my emotions. if all the things will be shuttered, why volcanos and merry-go-round, and the children mouths' are open now? madness still make me alive, there is no doubt...

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Jun 19, 2018

Jun 19, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC

kivancselvi

madness still make me alive

I'm going mad, there is no doubt. children in my brain, whose dreams are broken, screaming in eternal silence, wanting to find his relations in the merry-go-round. volcanos burn me inside, their lavas slaying my emotions. if all the things will be shuttered, why volcanos and merry-go-round, and the children mouths' are open now? madness still make me alive, there is no doubt...

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