file:///C:/Users/butterflywrite/Downloads/pinterest-0d480%20(1).html Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess: Clapboard Monument

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Clapboard Monument


A gray, clapboard monument
rises from its cemetery of weeds.
The only thing keeping it upright
is the memory of dreams.
Hope nailed the walls
to build a home, but
despair eroded it into
an empty house.


©Susie Clevenger 2012
Poem inspired by the photography of: Mary Ann Potter
The Sunday Challenge at Real Toads
Thursday Poet's Rally
The Poetry Palace
Thanks so much for the Perfect Poet Award. I am honored


My nomination for The Perfect Poet Award is:
Raven's Press

27 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh, Susie. How powerful! "Hope nailed the walls....but despair eroded it." I also love the idea of the "cemetery of weeds". Perfect interpretation of the photo.

Janet said...

LOVE this! The first two lines made me pause and re-read them...and what but despair causes someone to abandon a home? This aches with beauty. Thank-you~

Herotomost said...

That was the photo I picked as well...I love that house and you nailed it very well with your description. Not sure what it is that makes it nostalgic, cuz at dusk if my car breaks down and I am going to that house for help....damn...I'd be a little spooked. I'm a sissy that way....lol.

Mary Ann Potter said...

Susie, what a beautiful way to respond to my photograph! You've captured pretty much what I see in these wonderful old places. They are worth remembering, and your words and images are a touching memorial to this particular house!

Daydreamertoo said...

Awww how sad. Fabulous imagery but, so sad.

Grace said...

This is so sad and tragic...great capture of the gray and empty house ~

Kay L. Davies said...

What a wonderful description of this house, Susie, a monument in a cemetery of weeds. I love it.
K

Teresa said...

Lovely imagery. That is certainly an appealing picture.

Fireblossom said...

A life (of a house) in 8 lines. Such places make me feel curious, and sad, and wistful.

Mimi Foxmorton said...

What a tribute to this lovely old house. I wonder if it's feeling more alive with all the attention being paid.....?

:)

Mimi
Collage Pirate

Kerry O'Connor said...

I think you said it all in the contrast between hope and despair.

Margaret said...

Hope nailed, despair eroded...

This was just delicious!

Chèvrefeuille said...

Awesome Susie. Great picture and accompanied with the poem it makes a masterpiece.

Namaste

booguloo said...

I grew up in a clapboard neighborhood and you brought back some memories.

~L said...

My, my dearie! This was excellent!! You know it's good poetry when you read it over and over again!

beautiful!!

:)

~L

br!nDle said...

~memory of dreams~
loved it...
so amazingly described...:)

Tigerbrite said...

These places always fascinate me. Sad you saw despair there.

kez said...

Awwww made me feel the house was alive too ...great read thank you x

Jacobean Willam said...

dreamy imagery.
fantastic poetry.

Charlie Parant said...

Susie,I love what you've done to the place!

Bar None Publishing Group said...

Hope nailed the walls to build a home.

A great poem overall but a fantastic line.

Cheers,

Mark Butkus

Karen said...

A wonderful poem Susie. "Memory of dreams"...poingant.

jennifaye said...

I love the image of "memory of dreams" propping up a house.

rch said...

Really like the mood of this, excellent word usage.

Die Reise meines Leben said...

Great imagery! A house grows and flourishes with hopes and dreams. Without those, it will lose its shines and despair...

dakshi said...

Great post and imagery.

magdalenahermanstories said...

The passing of time... It won't omit anything nor anybody... Well put!