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Sunday, June 2, 2013

Unique Sacrificed to Redundancy

I am a tiny house that stands
divided between past and future.
Progress is chewing its way
along memory lane devouring my history
in its hinged jaws.

Moving forward is the city’s claim.
But is that legitimate when
it constructs redundancy
along treed avenues lined with unique?

Traffic hums its disdain for me in wheels
that only wish to leave my yesterdays behind
in their pursuit of contemporary.

Goodbye will come too soon
as I await the death sentence
to reach my door with
its single printed word,
CONDEMNED.



©Susie Clevenger 2013
Prompt 6 ~ Personification @ mindlovemisery

22 comments :

Robyn Greenhouse said...

A unique POV. If walls could talk maybe this is something they would say.

Lisa Williams said...

"I am a tiny house that stands..."
Wow, I really loved this.

mindlovemisery said...

This is fantastic Susie =) The opinions of houses both occupied and abandoned is a fascinating place for exploration. I have an old poem I wrote about a derelict house. I find it quite creepy when all the houses are the same on a street I love walking through neighborhoods with older more unique homes. This is wonderful thank you so much for participating!

Susie Clevenger said...

@Robyn, thank you
@Lisa, thanks so much
@mindlovemisery, thank you. I am so glad I stopped by your blog to participate.

Brian Miller said...

there is a def sadness to this one...the kind i feel in seeing those old condemned houses which carried families and memories...we just had one torn down near here recently...wrote about it but havent posted it yet....you def give it feelings susie

nice to see you over at mlm's

Dave King said...

Like this. An excellent idea well worked out.

Vanessa V Kilmer said...

It is a shame when everything becomes the cookie cutter sameness. It's like losing our personalities.

Mama Zen said...

This is really cool and creative. Love this.

gsb said...

very good..if a house could talk...nice choice for this post...opens one's mind to a lot of possibilities.

marbles in my pocket said...

Very nice! I twinge of sadness in this. Reminds me of one of my own--you've seen it, I think: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/10/26/where-no-one-lives-4/

Susie Swanson said...

You really brought out the feelings in this one.. I'm in awe.. I love old houses.. hugs, xo

Susie Clevenger said...

@Brian, thank you. I see so much personality in old homes that is missing in new construction. I just had to give it a voice.

Susie Clevenger said...

@Dave, thanks so much!

Susie Clevenger said...

@Vanessa, so true.

Susie Clevenger said...

@Mama Zen, my thanks :)

Susie Clevenger said...

@gsb, thanks!

Susie Clevenger said...

@Marbles in my pocket, thanks!

Susie Clevenger said...

@Susie, thanks.

James Rainsford said...

Full of a quiet passion for the preservation of our heritage. Great write Susie.

Luke Prater said...

Yep you sure got the personification in there.. v effective verse here Susie

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Excellent. So many wonderful houses must dread that notice...

Anna :o]

mindlovemisery said...

There is a new prompt up Susie if you are interested =)

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