Monday, June 18, 2007

Soul Memory

A little bit too warm inside this house
On a summer's day
Makes the lumber of its skeleton smell a certain smell
and the breeze through open windows blows a certain warmth,
and the warm floor under bare feet caresses and holds,
and it is like the Farm.
And so I want it to be
a little bit too warm inside this house on a summer's day.

3 comments:

Jada's Gigi said...

your poetry is beautiful..and I know a place just like the one in your last poem..and I too love the scent of a certain house when its a bit too warm ...and the way the screen door sounds when it slams behind yet another child...and the breeze when it ripples the sheers..when it a bit too warm...sigh...

I'm glad you didn't quit your job...I think...:) it sounds as if you love..if not it..then them..or perhaps yourself when you handle it..that is a rarity you know...

Deb said...

okay --now I have to write some poetry --because you've inspired it ....

check my blog tomorrow - or the next day....

Pat said...

I had to look twice to see that picture was actually the farm. I think you need to sell your house and move there - maybe I need to sell my house and move there.
Good 'from the heart' writing.