Posted on April 15, 2016
by Elan Mudrow
Category: PoetryTags: Blog, Life, Love, Poem, Poetry, Writing
I too have always been fascinated by old, abandoned houses. Well done poem.
A fixed point in time, an anchor for your memories. Made me feel a little wistful. Loved it!
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So many of us can identify with this lovely poem.
That is impressive. I like how you kept it going line for line until the end. Nice!
A fine piece and a good read ☺
Thank you for this, you captured a special time in life we can all relate to. Beautiful.
Extraordinary poem of beginnings and endings. You’ve breathed life into old memories.
The AH offers something increasingly difficult to find in these times. Solitude. Love the pic
Simply lovely 💕 Nothing quite as sweet as our childhood memories 😊
‘a season lost between the tilting of the world…’ beautiful! I love the image too.
I’m the same way, with abandoned houses – not just one in particular. evocative poem.
Absolutely beautiful writing.
What wonderful memories you had there. As always your verbal images are so crisp and wonderful!
Yes. I, too, know a house like this. Thank you. This is lovely and evocative.
In a word – stunning. That covers it. I’ve used up all the other words today already, so that will have to do. That was quite a journey, Elan.
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Lovely memories of youth.
Love this. Thank you for sharing.
Abstraction , Allegory, Realism, .. Each came forward as I read this gem !
Plotting, smoking, music, laughter, talking, passing the bottle of cheap wine, sharing secrets, running away to THAT place so we could return to home. ….YES! Thanks for bring those memories back.
I absolutely love it! 🙂
You describe many feelings that I have, too, at times.
“I liked it that way – Wild, let loose, gray”
All these immature feelings that were so important and all-consuming when we were young; and we still remember how it was…
Really liked this 🙂
oh yes, the house, off the way, down the path… I can’t remember exactly where it is even, or what I did there, why they let me in, and how I left… All i know is, i remember a house— somewhat like that.
Thanks Elan, really enjoyed this. a little unsolicited SoC response.
That was a lovely journey, pin pointing of emotions of the time and that place in time. This had some really enjoyable phrasing, especially re maturity from whether it is smoking to fooling around. Also this was a nice unfolding of the old and new and changes therein.
And if I am harassed by others……I really like this. I think we all have something in our younger years reminiscent of that old house and those feelings it evokes when thoughts thereof return. 🙂
Very nice…as is your page..
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