When to Call a House a Home
A Letter Poem, Responding to Nathan's Security
By day it poses as a subtle ranch
shuttered, mellow, a perfect child
tucked in a church pew.
You should read Nathan's poem. It's language is sparse, concise, not a word out of place. You will not want to move in, however.
I don't know what it is with "the house" as extended metpahor, but it has been making its wretched way into my poetry lately. And I love my little house. Good rule of thumb in poetry: always follow where the muse takes you. Don't ask questions.
Labels: 12 Days of Poetry, curb appeal, house and home, letter poem
posted by jillypoet @ 9:51 PM
4 Comments:
great piece! and in your notes at the end, a new poem: "don't ask questions." ready, set, go!
This is so cool! I love the movement, the ominous "subtle ranch."
Fearsome, Jill. Very good.
This is a really nice poem, as for me. If I could know how to write college essays in a such a way then I could be the best on course. My parents would be proud of me.
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