Guest guest Posted March 25, 2004 Report Share Posted March 25, 2004 This house is empty, a vacant silhouette. Abandoned, left on its own and the shatters clap sometimes when, the wind passes through the empty rooms. Spiderwebs have taken possession, of all the corners and angles. Birds have found a place to nest and, the ivy, its freedom to grow wild. Those adolescents who are in love, a place to share their dreams of tenderness. The homeless, shelter in the ceaselessness, of cold nights and rainy days. A place to hide a secret, a place to commit a crime, a place to rest for ever. The house doesn't care, what happens inside or outside of it. It will stand as long as, there is one brick upon another and then,... disappear. Remaining a time, perhaps, in the memories of some children, who smoke their first cigarettes in it. But, even these memories will vanish, the purpose fullfield. She is an abandoned house, finally, full of life. sk _______________ Lättare att hitta drömresan med MSN Resor http://www.msn.se/resor/ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 25, 2004 Report Share Posted March 25, 2004 Excelent, Sk! Here are two less accomplished poems from last year written along the same lines. Unattended Garden. Wet rocks, brown grass, A row of sparrows on a gutted fence. What used to protect me has broken down. Thoughts come and go as free as birds. To wind and rain I say, amen. ---- The winter sky, the ancient courtyard, Both now empty- Not even God remains. Pete Nisargadatta , " Ricardo Almon " <raav1@m...> wrote: > This house is empty, a vacant silhouette. > Abandoned, left on its own and > the shatters clap sometimes when, > the wind passes through the empty rooms. > Spiderwebs have taken possession, > of all the corners and angles. > Birds have found a place to nest and, > the ivy, its freedom to grow wild. > Those adolescents who are in love, > a place to share their dreams of tenderness. > The homeless, shelter in the ceaselessness, > of cold nights and rainy days. > A place to hide a secret, > a place to commit a crime, > a place to rest for ever. > The house doesn't care, > what happens inside or outside of it. > It will stand as long as, > there is one brick upon another > and then,... disappear. > Remaining a time, perhaps, > in the memories of some children, > who smoke their first cigarettes in it. > But, even these memories will vanish, > the purpose fullfield. > She is an abandoned house, > finally, full of life. > > > sk > > _______________ > Lättare att hitta drömresan med MSN Resor http://www.msn.se/resor/ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 25, 2004 Report Share Posted March 25, 2004 Beautiful, Pete! IMO, ranks up there with Stonehouse, Han Shan, and the rest of those crazy chinese lutes. Joe Nisargadatta , " seesaw1us " <seesaw1us> wrote: > Excelent, Sk! > > Here are two less accomplished poems from last year > written along the same lines. > > Unattended Garden. > > Wet rocks, brown grass, > A row of sparrows > on a gutted fence. > What used to protect me > has broken down. > Thoughts come and go > as free as birds. > To wind and rain > I say, amen. > ---- > > The winter sky, > the ancient courtyard, > Both now empty- > Not even God remains. > > Pete > > > Nisargadatta , " Ricardo Almon " <raav1@m...> > wrote: > > This house is empty, a vacant silhouette. > > Abandoned, left on its own and > > the shatters clap sometimes when, > > the wind passes through the empty rooms. > > Spiderwebs have taken possession, > > of all the corners and angles. > > Birds have found a place to nest and, > > the ivy, its freedom to grow wild. > > Those adolescents who are in love, > > a place to share their dreams of tenderness. > > The homeless, shelter in the ceaselessness, > > of cold nights and rainy days. > > A place to hide a secret, > > a place to commit a crime, > > a place to rest for ever. > > The house doesn't care, > > what happens inside or outside of it. > > It will stand as long as, > > there is one brick upon another > > and then,... disappear. > > Remaining a time, perhaps, > > in the memories of some children, > > who smoke their first cigarettes in it. > > But, even these memories will vanish, > > the purpose fullfield. > > She is an abandoned house, > > finally, full of life. > > > > > > sk > > > > _______________ > > Lättare att hitta drömresan med MSN Resor http://www.msn.se/resor/ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 26, 2004 Report Share Posted March 26, 2004 Nisargadatta , " seesaw1us " <seesaw1us> wrote: > Unattended Garden. > > Wet rocks, brown grass, > A row of sparrows > on a gutted fence. > What used to protect me > has broken down. > Thoughts come and go > as free as birds. > To wind and rain > I say, amen. > ---- > > The winter sky, > the ancient courtyard, > Both now empty- > Not even God remains. > > Pete Thanks for posting the poems, Pete. You are always an inspiration. sk Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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