A House Remembers

Joseph M. Jahn flickrhivemind.net

Joseph M. Jahn flickrhivemind.net

The house breathes
    inhales and exhales
draws in the fresh breeze
    through the open window
then expels the spent air
    through attic vents
The house breathes

Still the old scents
    of ancient residents
linger in spent lilac twigs
    from the cut crystal vase
The scent of the spinster
    who graced the place
Still the old scents

And the old chair
    where at evenings
she sat lost in memories
    of the boy went off to war
and who never returned
    His scent she held
in that old chair

A house remembers
    as a forest remembers
consuming all its carbon
    so as to expel its fresh air
So as a forest remembers
    every crook`held`nest
a house remembers

“To engender empathy and create a world using only words
is the closest thing we have to magic.” ~ Lin-Manuel Miranda

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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9 Responses to A House Remembers

  1. mikesteeden says:

    Haunting and daunting! As ever super stuff; splendid imagery…reminds me of this old Victorian lump we moved into here last year; certainly bloody cold and rather free with fresh air circulation!

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  2. if walls could talk, they would speak to you – what a splendid poetic reverie

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  3. Thanks, Paul . . . You know what they say about people who are hearing voices . . .

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  4. Susanne says:

    Have you heard of an old Canadian singer/songwriter called Ron Hynes? Your poem puts me in mind of this lovely song of his. Similar spirits. Lovingly crafted by you both. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JggXrNW1kdU

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    • Hello Susanne, listened to Ron Hynes sing his song, melancholic and rich and sad and longing . . . You honor me by hearing my song with the same gentle heart! Thank you! And hope you enjoy the poetry you read on Gathering Stones . . .

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