Another lovely piece. I find my thoughts are now confounded, as this poem has stimulated multiple avenues of interpretation. My confusion is pleasing though, as this poem has left with me with the pleasure to ponder it, a while.
Salute,
D
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
and any way you go with the interpretation pleases me as well...thank you for your visit, Dalton.read moreand any way you go with the interpretation pleases me as well...thank you for your visit, Dalton.
j.
I just had a Brand-new experience. After reading it, My mind was hi-jacked to a cartoon-like vision.
I saw a thin stray dog running around the street and onto the houses property as the owner took down the picket fence that was sorely un-cared for and in need of a scraping and paint.
The owner then started carrying it in sections to the curb.
A wrecking crew showed up and had to wait till they were done moving the fence to the curbside.
out of no where a homeless family carried their cardboard shelter and traded the cardboard for the fencing.
The Husband of this homeless crew took a large dog leash and chained and wrapped it around the house and started walking away with it as the stray dog and family with fence took it all away and reset it all up. Then I saw more homeless carrying road curb furnishing while some were cleaning it and furnishing the house.
They all had happy appreciative smiles and gaiety.
Wow.... I guess what i saw was the first owners had no appreciation of the home.They didn't know what they had. But others did. Neat.. I never had a visual reading someone else's writing like this before. Hmm I think your hitting on my creative button today lol
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
i really love this interpretation...amazing where poems can lead us..leash or not :)
thank yo.. read morei really love this interpretation...amazing where poems can lead us..leash or not :)
thank you for your visit to my house...Connie...
what a painfully sad write - makes me think of abandoned buildings - give just enough to get enough back - no strings attached - no commitment - just get what you need, give them what they need - and be on your own way
Hey, we all bought into the white picket fence ideal and the lies Donna Reed told. Things are not the same as they were in the fifties and sixties and I am not sure they were REALLY that way back then. Times have changed, but we still have that fantasy in our brains. You are into rhyming today...I like it. Lydi**
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
thank you for your kind review, Lydi....Hey..i love Donna Reed, but yes, that show and Leave it to B.. read morethank you for your kind review, Lydi....Hey..i love Donna Reed, but yes, that show and Leave it to Beaver...mmmm a bit of a stretch...
You have the most interesting ways of infusing that crazy thing called love into every day life. This piece feels sad and hopeless - like the demolition ball is swinging in all directions. That white picket fence of assumed perfection isn't for everyone and in many cases is just an illusion and not reality. If we can see through the illusion we may just find what true love really is :)
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
thank you for your kind words and keen insights, Carolynn....
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..