A House Breathes Through Its Bones Comments

I loved it too, it is a true write

I like it! The house could be a tomb. Their memories fly in the air above the soft earth that covers it. You compose quietly, transmitting your metaphors to those who will read you in the future. [ Its summits sit like sentries; ] So true... They do!

GOOD STUFF! Jack Peachum

Your poem is evocative and the language tight. I love the the line, 'A house breathes through its bones'... Rings true for me. I live in an old historic home. i've written about it, though not posted anything as of yet. The line, 'Soft earth beneath their entry, ' makes me think that the clues of the people past can be found, if we dig, but the 'shutters firmly closed...? ' Sometimes I think I can FEEL the individuals who have lived here, I can certainly sense them, when I read old blue prints, find straight edge raids in the wall, peek through layers of peeling wallpaper. This was an excellent poem! Thanks.

These lines are extra ordinary -The shutters firmly closed-The past seen only dimly so nice

Neil said it perfectly. The gentle flow like air through lungs gives life, melancholy as needs must be, to these words. Beautiful writing... as always Patti.

Its not often I find a poem of this quality here. Gentle flowing. The opening line is perfect. The subtle rhyme scheme is very effective. Metre and rhythm is spot on. I rate this a 10. Thank you.

Ok, don`t understand why you don`t use the rhyme scheme in the second verse.

the feelings that many people from other culture go through, when they walk on the banks of Thames River! Sometimes ancient is too scary!

I saw the old house and the sleepless ghosts. Images... good write.

How hauntingly beautiful and brings that lonesome vision of a loved servant left behind.............. I enjoy the way this one is opened up to our far distant view (dimly) to see and enjoy. ....................................Jim Troy

yes, ... very well put... old houses are like novels waiting to be read!