Deceptions
This house
Crafted with love
From honest wood
The sacrifices we made
On this solid slab,
Aching over the labors
That our idealistic youth
Promised would build
A home
A home
That protected us
For twenty years
Though it needed paint
And a new faucet
From time to time
A home
A safely comfortable bed
Thick, trusted studs
The aromas of us
If only we’d understood
The termites
Chewing away the core
Until the only thing
Holding up the corrupted shell
Was the stubborn resolve
Of our shared denial.
Poetry Month 2018
I’ve resolved a few times to write a poem a day during the month of April, and I actually succeeded once. I’m again trying it out. No idea what each day will bring. Some light verse, some politics, some “oh shit I didn’t write anything today” haikus. If you read one and feel moved to comment, please do. If you want to share your poetry, please share!
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