Your Old House

Standing far
from the desires of life.

It never has to be
maintained, no dark
spots emerge, the walls
never fade–
your childhood lives
there, without the worries
of change.

The feeling of distance
keeps it still, it remains
within and always remains
far away.

Poetry Pantry #164

Not really crazy about the last stanza.

Inspired by Barbara C. Rowe’s My Old House.

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9 thoughts on “Your Old House

  1. yeah the double use of remains in the last stanza weakens it a bit, now if you used a different definition of it—or came up with an alternate word….time to hit the thesaurus…

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