The Nature of Houses

The house is a construct 

Abode and container 

For life 

We choose 

Dividing inside 

From outside 

We choose 


To bring in 

To leave out 

A couch over here 

A chair over there 

Maybe a painting of Elvis 

On black velvet 

Or dogs playing poker 

For our comfort 

And convenience 


Desk, bed 


Devices to control 




This one can come in 

That one had better stay out 

Like everything 

Made from nothing 

A fabrication 

Requiring care 

So as 


To revert 


It gradually returns 


Situated and 


It can 



For a long, long time

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Binaya.Ghimire 5 years ago

I have been fascinated by your poems. Short sentence and powerful imagery, I just love it.

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always exploring 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

It's so funny, as i was reading this, i looked above my computer and looked once again at Elvis. It's a large picture of him. I purchased it the day he died. Your poetry is right-on, strange what we select to keep in out homes. Thank you.

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juneaukid 5 years ago from Denver, Colorado

A very nicely written reflective poem.

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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

Could "home" also be made from flesh and blood Tom?

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Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States Author

A body a house for a soul? Ya, that works :)

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