house of dreams
i used to dream we lived in a house of
sorrow i searched night after night in room after
room grown smaller and smaller to find your spring birdsong
voice and your summer blue eyes
i was so careful with our sorrow i carried
it cradled it crawling through our shrinking twisting
house on my belly squeezing through broken doors into secret halls
collapsing under the weight of loss
on my last night in this house of dreams still on
my belly still all alone i found a door in the dark i stood
i stepped into it stumbled through onto a staircase spiraling away from the
red autumn day when i survived you
on my feet i climbed up and out of this house to a place
of new promise where those moonless black nights are become
shining blue skies on clear winter mornings with bright window glass warming me
but i still love you and still want our years
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Loved “I was so careful with our sorrow,” with the thought of a house of dreams to be escaped, stumbling, still wanting the dream.
Thank you.
Beautiful, Jules!
Your counterintuitive line breaks help establish the poem’s dreamy, headlong quality. A genius in that.
The ending is quietly devastating.
Thanks very much. Your up vote means a lot to me.
Night after night, room after room , smaller and smaller. This perfectly depicts the slow descent.
The lines “collapsing under the weight of loss” and “spiraling away from the/ red autumn day when i survived you” both hit home. Thank you for sharing this.
So many things Jules.
First wow! Bravo.
The line breaks.
The language
The concept
The execution
Your voice, your syntax….
I can hear and see you in this.
Love love love.
This poem is Mike Flanaganesque. Love itm
Jules – your poems are a comfort on loss. Thank you for sharing!
red autumn day when i survived you – !!!!!
Thanks so much for this comment. I would be grateful if they were a comfort.
Visceral!