rot

there is nothing simpler...

Wedding ring made of pewter

granite shines as the stone

house made of rotted pine

kitchen smells of refrigerator fluid

stale.

Front yard filled with weeds

in numbers that can put the hive of

wasps to shame that linger on the-

dying poplar leaning towards the roof;

hardwood made soft wood by the

leaking pipes below our feet

banging after every hot shower

in a tub whose cleanliness is

augmented by the surrounding mold

growing on the ceiling...rusted window

no escape for the steam, like our puppy

who must battle across the backyard's

stinging nettles to reach salvation

in his dog bowl;

hole in the closet, I can watch you change

even when trimmings of drywall

skew your face as they hang like icicles

in this concrete establishment

we've chosen to elope to.

Wake up next to me, our new neighbors

the three blind mice allow a melody to play

with their minuet feet, as the orchestra above

scuttles across the tumbleweeds of dust bunnies...

lay next to me, experiencing this together

you hold my hand, I grasp your shoulder

be mine forever.

Reviews

[New Dawn]

Yes - this is my house - my environment is so similar its scary - and yes I have that special someone without whom it might consume me. Great imagery of an everyday existance I'm sure many can relate to.

[PatrickBairamian]

Thank you for your comments, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[John McFadyen]

A very deep piece with a very deep emotion to tell. Love and rot though are contradictory in nature and you weave this picture of sacrifice and enduring love well.

[PatrickBairamian]

I appreciate your feedback, thank you.