Suicide In An Old House Comments

Made. Third visit to this gem today

Poignant. The melancholy end to a sad life. Loneliness gnaws at life

Loved the pic in words

Take that bystreet to oblivion, to namelessness, to fingers on hardware, to the antinome of more pure breaths. Beautiful lines. Lovely poem.10 for it.

Bleak, cold, lonely and real.......well written!

Hi Mr Palmer, Great poem. Loved reading. Deserves to be selected poem of the day. Congrats and thanks for sharing.10 is all permitted on ph.

A great awesome poem coming from the bottom of the heart of the poet and very touching. Thanks for sharing it here. Congrats on it's selection as the poem of the Day.

A great awesome poem coming from the bottom of the heart of the poet and very touching. Thanks for sharing it here.

Take that bystreet to oblivion, to namelessness, to fingers on hardware, .... / The poet has been able to capture the void created by someone's suicide. Heart-felt poem. Very poignant. Thanks.

I get it. But feel you could have used less cynasim to describe the despair of life which only ends in death. Good poem lamont but sometimes unneeded words get in the way of feelings.

It's nice to read a poem that challenges the reader to think about the words and the flow of the writing. The imagery of a suicide at midnight is dramatic and the imagery is too. A suicide in an old house, a house that has seen too much...people who have become resigned to isolated living to access to weapons for suicide. 'A killing of the flesh and the direction of the flesh- alone.'

Very well done and thought provoking. There are many ways to kill oneself in ways that no one will comment even they may know. Drugs are one way. And people always say, 'he's in a better place', the worst platitude that I can imagine.

The Poet I think the real hunter of the tragedy of human civilization. Time has changed and with rapid course of changing. Last stanza depicts yet time we have got much to rectify ourselves (who think themselves the civilized one, should practice to focus the lens in direction indifferent in need not by class-ics judgment. Thanks for sharing.

And no one cares! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.