Visit (poem)

January 17, 2019 ~ joanne the geek

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Visit

this house crumbles

in my hand

& you are there

you nonchalantly

pick up the door handle

from the ground

unable to hide

the peeling dull green paint

the rust remains

of your family

in the garden

Joanne Fisher

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5 thoughts on “Visit (poem)”

H.R.R. Gorman says:

January 18, 2019 at 2:11 am

I envision the visitor as a ghost – is that appropriate, in your opinion?

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1. joanne the geek says:
  
  January 18, 2019 at 2:43 am
  
  I find your interpretation quite intriguing. I don’t think poetry should be didactic so whatever you see in it is valid in my opinion. Writers can be blinded by their own reasons why they write a particular piece and not see other ways to view it. I wrote an essay about this early on in my blog…
  
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iamahorrorfanatic says:

January 18, 2019 at 4:42 am

I really admire this piece. Not too many words but just precise. Yes, that last line is my favorite. Love it 😀

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1. joanne the geek says:
  
  January 18, 2019 at 2:22 pm
  
  Thanks 🙂
  
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sunilmdabral says:

January 18, 2019 at 5:23 pm

Nice and meaningful.

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