An Empty House Remembers (sonnet)

[thegitksan]

The empty house around me ticks and creaks,
A moody end to evening's gentle rains,
A brooding quiet as the daylight wanes,
The secret language empty houses speak.

What stories might this house preserve entire
In rhythmic code composed of click and groan?
Does House recall a sadness with each moan?
Is laughter stored in every plank and wire?

And how might I, a fleeting visitor,
Acquire an ear for stories trapped in time,
And wrap a tale or two in words and rhyme?
How can I tap the House's secret lore?

In silence soft the house slips off to sleep.
Alone I sit, in darkness vast and deep.
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Written in a moment when I was alone, listening to the rain patter down off a roof in an empty house.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Brilliant title, beautifully carried out by the body of the poem!!!

[thegitksan]

Why thank you! That was one of those euphoric moments I get now and then. The poem was meant to help me remember it.

Is that you with the lovely babe in arms in the picture?

[PrinceMyshkin]

Why thank you! That was one of those euphoric moments I get now and then. The poem was meant to help me remember it.

Is that you with the lovely babe in arms in the picture?

Oh no, that's my daugter-in-law Maggie and her younger child, Lucy. I've written about that poem elsewhere

[windblown]

This sonnet captures perfectly the melancholy beauty of a rainy evening in an empty house. I love the bit of the "rhythmic code composed of click and groan" and think you did wrap House's secret story in wonderful words and rhyme.

[Pendragon]

Nice. The words seem chosen carefully for maximum effect.:thumbs_up

[Virgil]

Nicely done. If I have any qualms it's that the language just sounds like that of a previous era. But it's done perfectly. :)