Day heaves darkness out of sight.
The trees remaining on this ordinary
street seem scattered, haphazard.
Disease has claimed so many of them.
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It's great when a poet is able to picture routine scenes and scenery in a poetic way and thats what u have done. Then towards the ending we have a ghost surprise which adds to its legendary feel. Kudos. Nice to read u again.
Solid craftsmanship....Pictorially depicted storyline...Constructed with much fluxion...FjR
A vibrant and mysterious energy emanates this poem; and at the same time, it is calm and collected; focusing the speaker's attention at the surroundings, as proof of reality for emotional comfort.
Fears lie embedded in human psyche..... However hard we try to make ourselves feel that we are strong, at times they surface irrationally to the mind. The fear about the ghost that haunts the newly occupied house keeps visiting you, though the house with its comfy setting is quite inviting! The lines....' it once held a family of five/ but that; s another story' gives a hint about some ominous event that happened there! The mysterious air surrounding the house makes the poem more arresting!
hey, daniel, this is now in the a showcase for PH poets (listed in my poems section) on my PH site. but you had sent me the title Moving into the House. do you want me to add Late Winter,1985? still there? still haunted? yikes! bri :) p.s. i like the poem but i don't have time to write more now!
Monet and Renoir - a dear impressionist fan myself! I think Mihaela and I would agree most heartily on the overall affect of this poem on the reader.... Calm. The first two stanzas painted a picture of serenity for me, perhaps an early Midwestern fall day and early evening. If I remember correctly Dutch Elm disease was scourging through Chicago and points northward during that decade. It was also the year of my marriage. And so these first two stanzas made me wish for a cup of tea perhaps, a serene story told at the family's dining table. But then entered the poem's subject in verse three: The dreaded Ghost! What an interesting twist of feel, absent a moderate transition from serene to ghastly, leaving the reader no choice to believe the ghost was as plain as the nose on the reader's face - and moreso that his presence so overbearing that it is mildly shocking to discover it was there all along.... A quite enjoyable read and time well spent...