Old House

Tina Twito
The house next door
is falling, oh, so lavishly:
roof's straight edges curving in,
sides relaxing--bowing out.

The wide and rotting porch
is dangerous and tempting
as a stranger's outstretched arms.

Two rusting chairs still watch the street
inviting friends to sit a spell,
rest their feet and chat.

It was a grand house once,
but seems more lovely to me now,
meeting the curve and sweep of time
with grace . . .

until the dozers come.

Published by Tina Twito

I'm 39, with a wonderful husband (in Iowa), and a daughter who lives in NC with her hubby (love them both!). I write mostly children's stories and poetry (rhyming poetry, traditional poetry, haiku, but mostl...  View profile

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  • Tal Boldo10/20/2009

    That's beautiful. Can almost see the ghosts waltzing through the broken living room window.

  • Tina Twito10/14/2009

    Thanks all!

  • Robert O. Adair10/13/2009

    I like your poem! I have written several on this subject. The architecture and history of houses really speak to me. You might enjoy looking at my poem on AC: Lost Houses. A really great book is Indiana Houses of the 19th Century. It's illustrated with photos of still existing houses in Indiana.

  • Deonils10/11/2009

    well-crafted. Thanks ... and share the love of old houses always--Shalom

  • Tina Twito10/7/2009

    Thank you all! Enjoyed your poem too JL!

  • Walton S. Tissot10/6/2009

    I could see it!

  • J L Carey Jr10/6/2009

    This poem is great. It reminded me of something I did also. I love the lines, "The wide and rotting porch / is dangerous and tempting"

  • RCRyder10/6/2009

    very sad, very emotional... wonderfully written. rec'd

  • Shaheen Darr10/6/2009

    fantastic poem, the last line was quite sad...like closing the final curtain...thanks for sharing :)

  • Ebony Haywood10/5/2009

    love the way you describe the house, such great imagery!

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