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Quiet House

Updated on March 1, 2011

 This is a short poem about entering a house where the person has died and preparing to empty it.  It is quiet but there are memories around the place.

 Quiet House

 

Entered the house

No-one there anymore.

No life. Only things.

Possessions.  Former possessions.

 

Nobody speaking. Just here to empty.

He won't be back.  Not in this lifetime.

 

Did he live a life that was full.

Did he just exist. Fill in time.

Hopefully he had a good time. A good life.

 

Moving around barely a noise.

Squeaking floorboard. Traffic from outside.

 

Just emptying, quietly.  No-one is speaking.

A clock is tick tick ticking.

Even that isn't talking.

 

Although it's a house and used to be full of laughter.

Now it is respected.

Church-like. Sombre.

 

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      michael ely 6 years ago from Scotland

      Hi Marina, Thanks a lot for your comments. Much appreciated. Michael.

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      Marina Lester 6 years ago

      Love this poem Michael, placing your reader in abandoned time, space where once existed. Great stuff, as kirutaye said, "Thought-provoking poem. Well written." :)

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      michael ely 6 years ago from Scotland

      Hi Nell, Thanks for reading and commenting. Cheers. Michael.

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      Nell Rose 6 years ago from England

      Hi, so sad but so true, 'did he just exist, fill in time?' what a horrible thought! really good words, you certainly got it totally right, rated up nell

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      michael ely 6 years ago from Scotland

      Hi Kirutaye. Thanks a lot for reading and commenting on this Hub. Yes, i just went for a more serious type of poem, rather than my usual daft type. Cheers. Michael.

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      kirutaye 6 years ago from London, UK

      Hi Michael, this is quiet a sombre poem but it also made me thoughtful about the man in the poem and what legacy he left behind.

      What legacy are we going to leave when we go?

      Thought-provoking poem. Well written