fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
THE HOUSE THAT REMEMBERED EVERYONE
THE HOUSE THAT REMEMBERED EVERYONE At the end of the lane where the tall nettles grew, Stood a house with a door that nobody knew, Its windows were cloudy, its chimney leaned low, And the garden remembered the people long ago.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
September Daughter
September was my least favorite month– the end of carefree endless days, returning to rules and routines. Then you arrived on the 24th, a day that was still wearing the golds of summer. You came with your own weather, your own compass, already certain of where you belonged. You grew into colors I didn’t know existed, painting the world with your vision, seeing what others passed by, uncovering beauty in piles of dirt. Your mind has always been a room with many windows clear and bright, open to questions without easy answers. And inside of you is a way of seeing, behind the smiles, beneath the stories, past what everyone shows to what is real. You have been strong-willed from the beginning, standing firm but knowing when to bend, when to begin again, when to enter and when to exit. My September days are shortening. Leaves are falling. Light is softening. I am finally understanding what the seasons have been telling me: Change is not the same as loss. Still, I stand here watching you live through all your seasons wanting to keep you from the fall, wishing I were more like September which has always known that letting go is part of becoming.
By Tina D. Lopez2 months ago in Poets
