The House Next DoorA Poem by Edmund SiejkaThe House Next Door
by Edmund Siejka Some
of the neighbors Complain
about the house across from me It
stands apart From
the neat lawns Wide
driveways And
picket fences.
Some
say The
people who live there Inherited
the house from their parents Years
and years ago When
the area was marshland And
it was common to see Hunters
and fishermen.
A
winding street Wide
enough for two cars to pass Serves
as a boundary between us.
The
house once had a broken window A
gaping hole That
gave the house a reckless character Like
the missing front tooth Of
a mischievous young boy Now
it’s been covered by wood Nearby,
inexpensive white plastic chairs Thin,
stained and unused Line
the side of their house Inviting
phantom guests To
sit down.
In
the upstairs bedroom A
curtain drawn as blinds hangs Brightly
colored Defiant
in the face of poverty Inside
a girl hides a diary from her parents And
dreams of the day when she is grown up Young
lovers kiss in the darkness A
hungry baby’s whimper is heard in the night A
radio Left
out on the front stoop Plays
a familiar song To
an empty street.
The
people living in that house Are
proud Keeping
what they have Admiring
their courage I
ask myself Who
am I to complain?
© 2014 Edmund Siejka |
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Added on April 12, 2014 Last Updated on April 12, 2014 AuthorEdmund SiejkaSeaford, NYAboutHave written numerous poems and self published a collection of poetry, When Yesterday Was Today, release date December, 2011. I continue to write (almost) everyday and am grateful for the encourageme.. more..Writing
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