The House That Jack Built

The House That Jack Built

A Poem by Bubo
"

Have no idea where this came from! Maybe don't stay somewhere that is not truely where you belong. Life is short, and dreams can happen.

"

 

 

The house that Jack built

He thought was sturdy and strong

But foundations trembled and shook

Every time he stepped into the home

Walls bled, flowers drooped

Even pictures folded

                           To escape the mood

And she would close her eyes

Forget the sun

Forget the rainy day dreams

Become surplus to requirements

Fitting into her apron, smoothing the grey

Wash away the dishes

                             Scrub down the pain

There was nothing to gain

In trying to talk to him again.

   So she hushed

Wept as storms brewed

Above the roof of the house that Jack built,

While he slept in careless slumber

Assuming, always assuming

That luck was on his side

Money, he thought, bound all ties,

     But she had never felt so poor

As she bathed the internal sores

Never felt so hungry

For something she had no name for,

    Knowing half alive was half dead

She could no longer defend her head

For her heart had stretched

For miles and miles and miles

To rest

Upon a little house

That Jack had not built

With lies.

 

 


© 2008 Bubo



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Deni ...
I love it... and (where do.....you get your pictures ? )

"Assuming, always assuming
That luck was on his side
Money, he thought, bound all ties,
But she had never felt so poor
As she bathed the internal sores
Never felt so hungry
For something she had no name for,
Knowing half alive was half dead"

~ this is the core of the shadowed truth some live with...day...in and..day out.

How truly cluless are those who without a care sow the seeds of others misery...
tossing money on fresh wounds... will no more heal than... things can feed a family

no amount of home decorating can hide... damage or neglect

Kudos ...
blesssssssssssss

Posted 4 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.



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Kind of a twisted nursery rhyme. The woman's spirit was crushed by the weight of all his lies. Very unique and thought-provoking.

Posted 2 Years Ago


This is amazing! "But she had never felt so poor" This poem made me feel the bereftness and the longings hidden by the lady of the house. A favorite. Thank you.

Posted 2 Years Ago


And the lies came tumbelling down, I guess Jack broke his crown, and poor Jill oh that poor girl.
We can get lost in a world of dreams, even someone's fantasy...but in the end it will all come crashing down like a pack of cards once we dare look through Alice's looking glass.

Thank you :O)

Posted 2 Years Ago


A far reaching piece, I think. Certainly could apply to a situation based on falehoods, could also apply to expectations that greatly missed the mark. Quite an enlightened piece that likely came from astute observation. Loved it!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Truly powerful, and the ending could not have been more perfect. A house built on lies is one destined to fall...

Posted 2 Years Ago


House of lies, and nobody tries because they can always pass the buck. I've always pictured a house of lies as being made of match sticks, just waiting for someone to cast a flint stone.

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy


Posted 2 Years Ago


vivid, provocative... an etching of a pain so many bare in silence... big hugs

Posted 2 Years Ago


Yeah, good work with this! Puts an edgy twist on the old nursery rhyme! Great lines throughout! Wonderful work!

Posted 2 Years Ago


I have no idea where you got your inspiration for this piece but it was done stunningly well. It reminds me of a wife who is abused either mentally for physically or both. This is what it felt like after my ex hit me. I didn't stick around for a second time but it felt like this for a long time and took a great deal of healing. You have captured those feelings and used astounding metaphors to describe the emotions that come pouring out. This is going into my favorites.

Posted 2 Years Ago


wow, powerful and strongly written. it captures ones mind and pulls you in excellent, mary

Posted 2 Years Ago



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