it’s all empty now this house that used to be a home it stares at passers-by dark eyes from empty window frames sometimes shards of glass in the grass glisten like tears in midday sunlight midnight moonlight sometimes voices come from within could be ghosts or just the wind moaning and hurting yes there’s an aching palpable like a bruised and battered heart a broken soul it’s all empty those who know know it’s all because she went back on her word
Abandoned homes are haunted in our minds because of failure. They project failure whether on a commercial or a personal level. The dregs of some persons life. Sad. An interesting read. I enjoyed. Bob
It seems as if all hope is lost on this one, and the house is not a home, and imaginary suffering of it too, and going back on her word, had to be hurtful, and some times people just want to run away from it all all that is good, seems they get scared about it all.
The flow is not the same throughout the poem but it would make for an exciting read at a poetry reading as it sounds catchy when I read it. Great content by the way!
I think in a way people will be able to relate to this poem in some way. Thanks for sharing.
Yep, that's unfortunately life. What I wouldn't give to go back to some of the houses, I lived in as a child, just to see if they were still standing, to see what families lived there now. Every once in awhile, I will even catch myself going pass the house, I lived in for 17 years, when i was married, just to see what he and his new wife have changed anything. Not sure if it's a good thing or not, but everything, that is still there, she didn't have to do a thing but just move in, where I used to sleep, cook and do all the things to keep a house running.
So many well written poems, Regis, and you continue to pour out your heart like this...when do you stop and sleep...? You are one of the most expressive people I know.
THANK GOD THAT THE 'ABANDONED' HOUSE CAN BECOME A HOME AGAIN....'CAUSE, IT AIN'T OVER, 'TIL IT'S OVER. WELL DONE WITH TERRIFIC IMAGERY. THANKS FOR SHARING AND LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Hi Regis, Like me, you don't take things lightly, and words have meaning. It's sad when someone else doesn't... it leaves you feeling, well... just like this. Love this, Regis... you're a man of meaning...
I love your poetry, because it is so vivid! You convey so much emotion in each line, and it hits me in places that remind me I'm alive. Please keep writing your beautiful words. I nearly cried with this poem, because I was that house at one time.
Reviewed by Mystic Rayne (Reader)
Reviewed on May 14, 2009
Beautifully written - feeling your pain & emptiness -thank you for sharing
There is so much life in one house, so much beauty and laughter, but when that disappears, there is nothing but emptiness, nothing but a shell left to wither and fade. And you eleganantly captured that.
This poem reminds me of my family's vacation home in San Donato Val di Comino,Italy. The house is so empty, a house which once was so animated when my grandparents lived in it. Now, as everyone in my family gets older, or goes on in different directions of their lives, the house does not seem as animated anymore. Each time I travel to Italy, I stay in the house alone. I love the house, but during the year, the house is just so abandoned. The house is dark, the lawn gets overgrown. The house lights up when I arrive and the lawn does get cut when I am there, but my friends there tell me how sad it is that the house that once was filled with animation, is just so dark and looks lonely when they pass by. Your poem captured my heart as I thought of the house in Italy.
Wow, you're good. I am glad to be catching up on these ones I missed
Reviewed by Angela Alsaleem (Reader)
Reviewed on January 16, 2008
Wow. Beautiful. I'll be looking at more of your work. Thanks again for taking the time to read my work. This is great! I love the imagery of the house, lonely and deserted. I love that you humanize the house and how it, in some ways, represents the empty shell some may become, our home, our bodies, left to decay if not nourished, cared for, and respected. Great work!
Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader)
Reviewed on December 13, 2007
You write with such intensity of emotion and visual description that I felt as though I were drawn into and became one with the narrative. This is a poignant and insightful piece. Thank you for sharing such deeply feeling and pain in such a public venue.
They say that residual energy is left behind when people leave a home. Being the spiritual sort, I believe that's true. It's possible to glimpse scenes from the past within a home's walls. This poem has a sad feel to it; hurt feelings, reminded daily why there is hurt. Strong descriptions, Regis! Hugs:) Sheila
(ok where's my tissues?)
It is very sorrowing for whatever chain reactions do happen to crumble aspects of people's lives. I am also very sentiment about the world around me with many varied perceptions such as this piece.
May Your Heart Continue to be Embraced with Love & Laughter to know the Purity of Joy my Friend
In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love Vickie
REGIS, A broken promise usually leads to where you led us so metaphorically with deep emotional overtones or undercurrents, very touching! Jasmin Horst
Reviewed by chris stienstra (Reader)
Reviewed on August 23, 2007
The imagery is wonderful. I will never look at an abandoned house the same way again! It is amazing how our sprits and souls can be much like the abandoned house. I enjoy reading your work.
regards,
Chris
I was referred to your poem and it is a lovely read. The referral came when the read my poem, "The Old Counry House." We have a couple of views of a similar situation. I really enjoyed reading your poem.
I have walked in these shoes in anguished divorce dismay........Well written and soulful Regis! Thank you for sharing your painful emotion. For me, it's therapy to write about it.......
Very powerful lines in a a very good write on subject which sad.
Picture also goes well with the write.Good choice.
Best wishes always to you and yours
From
kay
Reg, what an amazing piece of concise expression. Full of emotion expanding to the reader. Sad and sorrowful. I hope that now your life is full of joy.
I'll be back for more.
Denise
Reviewed by Robert Harrison (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2007
A very sad poem Reg but my old china, with a lick of paint and a few flowers, she will be as good as new again.And so will life.
That line "it's all empty" so well describes the whole poem..."she" can be a person, a society, a representation of a lot of other things. I liked the flow and the imagery...
stark, effective write, regis. well done.
peace,
carolyn
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on January 26, 2007
Very sad and deep pain that can be felt as the reader reads this. Better days will come but it never feels that way when we are in this empty dark space.
Reviewed by S J (Reader)
Reviewed on January 26, 2007
This is deep, Regis.
"sometimes
shards of glass
in the grass
glisten like tears"
Your words are powerfully sad,
but this piece is so very well written!
A very private poem expressing a general truth. Being unfaithful to oneself will in the long term result in loss. This is impressively illustrated by your words.
Reviewed by Debra Harmes-Kurth (Reader)
Reviewed on January 25, 2007
Yep I know that girl, a friend of mine just went back on her word. You caught the truth of the matter here.
debra
This poem touches many a person ... Love to you Regis ... may the truth shine within you so deeply that all that truly matters is that you never go back on your word ... it's the others' loss when they can't keep to theirs ... (maybe you helped her find hers ... well done, to that). May you continue to cultivate your wonderful Garden of Life!
Love Suzie :-D
There's got to be an amazing heart wrenching story being this. Is it possibile that most children/families are abandoned because the caretakers gave up when someone gave up on them, like the large companies sending jobs overseas? Or like the school system that abandoned the kids when the teachers were no longer respected by the administration, and teachers gave up hope with the exception of a precious few? So many possibilities, I'm so glad that someone reached out to me in my financial situation to turn my world for my own family around, and showed me how to be my own boss in a thriving market. Not bragging, it's just tough to show people who've been kicked that there really are people out there who mean them well if they are willing to listen how to change their situation.
I guess that's why it's easy for me to share hope again, because I've seen it for myself, as well as others. So keep reaching people thru your writing, and keep giving hope. . . .would LOVE to see another slant to this poem to show how people deserve to be sincerely wanted for the best reason around. . . and that's to be unconditionally loved?
blessin's, this is a keeper for me my Brother,
cynth'ya
Regis, this poem is loaded with images, a feeling of what I call, "lonely, hurting," As I read each line, it was as though I was right there on the inside looking out. A great piece of poetry!
The imagery in this piece is a work of art. I can picture this house as if it was across the street from me. There is a lot of emotion in here as well as sadness. You have written another masterpiece.
Heartfelt write in knowing that the broken glass was on the lawn, broken from the inside, out...
When someone goes back on their word to an adult, that's another lesson learned, when someone goes back on their word to a child, that's a life having to be re-learned...only this time there is a lack of security and trust...and most of all love. Hopefully, if there truly is a child you know, who is hurting like this, Reg~ The best that can be done, is that, that someone returns, asking for forgiveness and picking up the shards...but if that's not possible, showering them in love, and alot of close guidance might get them back on track...A very profound "Abandoned"
You serve your pen well...
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Very painful and emotional write
Your words paint a picture of someone
Who Abandoned the home and family to be on her/his own
Truly sad and heartfelt words on this stunning write!!
Love And Peace To You Always..Morning Star
Reg, this is a small masterpiece! Even the title leads directly into the spectre of the sad, broken house, bereft of its laughter and love. You paint a vivid picture in my mind. I wrote one similar to this about an empty house, oh - 40, 50 years ago.... but yours hurts more....
Yikes! this was strong and Powerful! Reg
I almost couldn't write back to it!
The shards of glass, glisten in the grass like tears... shit, you
said alot here!
and the I love how you said and felt, MOONday sunlight- Midnight moonlight! Nice Touch!
I loved it!
EVERY Word speaks humbly and honestly of what
YOu felt and saw!
A Keeper! A Treasure for my eyes later!
Warmest Blessings and WArm HuGs, Warrior Sheeeooxx
Stay Positive!
Stay Happy!
Go Forward!
I'm haunted by the eyes and the words, Reg, especially the personification of the house and it's own staring eyes and the simile of glass to tears and voices and ache. You've taken the reneig into a sensory experience...
Love, Taylor
A persons word is his or her honor and pride...going back on it makes them worthless...e
Reviewed by Simon Barreiros (Reader)
Reviewed on January 23, 2007
whoa, this is a sad one. could be the house or the eyes when no one is home. I enjoyed the write. Feel reminds me of Tom Waits' "House Where nobody lives" ( without love ...ain't nothing but a house...a house where nobody lives")
good one Reg,
simon b
Geez oh man, Reg, this is so haunting, both the person and the house -- almost as though they are one and the same, through the feelings evoked in your words. Wonderful writing, as I've come to expect when I read something from you.
Love,
CJ
I have seen houses like that...and felt the other in my soul. Good descriptive write, very well constructed to overlay the two. Wish you good things and peace, Reg,
Jim
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on January 23, 2007
Houses do have personalities. There is a theory that the spaces between molecules are charged with the energy of people who live in buildings. The kinesiology can be read by "sensitives," those who can hold an object an describe the person who owns it. It also is a theory of "hauntings." A thoughtful work, Regis. I enjoyed reading.
YIKES!!!!! Man, can I FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL this one, Regis. You got me with the house-havin-souls-thing. They surely do. The weight of this one (house and poem) is like a tonne weight on my chest... Think, therefore, that must make it successful in terms of poetic art. And, in poetic art, you know nothing but success. You lead us to believe there is something of a story here... hope you will elaborate. You leave us hanging.... Take care. LOL K xx
This write is one of the most poignant opening of a heart that I have read in a long time. The graphic sets the mood with the shell shocked eyes of a child staring into the readers very heart then continues with the flare and stark imagery that the writers wraps around the story. Well done Reg.
Fee
Reviewed by Linda Ames (Reader)
Reviewed on January 23, 2007
Breath-taking, heart-wrenching, Reg. I love the "dark eyes" and "shards of glass like tears".
Peace, linda
Oh, Reg. This is t o o good. Speaks directly to me in a way that very few poems do. Hurts, yet feels good. To understand and be understood. What a gift! With respect, admiration, and affection,
Pea xOx
Why did this line so forcibly remind of the line, 'mirror becomes a razor when it's broken'?
Shattered lives encapsulates everyone and everything connected to the broken people or relationship involved.
This is a compelling word, Reg, compelling indeed - resonates very much with my psyche.
Very touching yet sad write my friend...powerful imagery that brought this write to life. It's sad when the feeling of hopelessness, hollow, and broken spirit consumes one, especially at the expense of others. Very powerful write my friend, enjoyed this much!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Regis... this is a song many of us have sung. You've brought the visual and the emotional together... no reader (or listener) could NOT see the abandonment of both Self and Others here. I can 'hear' this in minor tone...
The sequel? Can't stay 'stuck' in this emotion... where do you go from here? We are never abandoned fully...
Haunting and evocative imagery, my friend. Tis painful, when that door slams shut. I loved your use of the house to mirror a shattered soul. Well done!
The imagery in "Abandoned" is really good. I could just visualize the house with the dark eyes (windows) and shards of glass in the grass (that seem to reflect broken hopes and dreams). Well done.
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I think in a way people will be able to relate to this poem in some way. Thanks for sharing.
This poem is a "beautiful work of art",on many levels.
Barbara Henry
Excellent work! Keep on writing and sharing!
Much Love
Always!!
"yes there’s an aching
palpable
like a bruised
and battered heart
a broken soul
it’s all empty"
So touching, truly heartfelt.
It's great!
ones good word what have they got of
any importance... Not much Huh ??
Wonderful write my friend
I love the ones that really
get me to thinking and that I
can so relate to..
Hugs
D
OMG there you go again with your words. This one brought tears to my eyes. My keyboards are now soaked. Great write!
Nicole
In Spirit,
Bear
It is very sorrowing for whatever chain reactions do happen to crumble aspects of people's lives. I am also very sentiment about the world around me with many varied perceptions such as this piece.
May Your Heart Continue to be Embraced with Love & Laughter to know the Purity of Joy my Friend
In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love Vickie
regards,
Chris
((Hugs and LOve)) ~SilentDream
a home"
I have walked in these shoes in anguished divorce dismay........Well written and soulful Regis! Thank you for sharing your painful emotion. For me, it's therapy to write about it.......
Peace,
Bill
Picture also goes well with the write.Good choice.
Best wishes always to you and yours
From
kay
Regis, you are an outstanding poet...and have an intense understanding of the spirit..behind the spirit!
I am never disappointed here. The world is a better place because of you.
Love&Hugs&Admiration,
Rhonda
I'll be back for more.
Denise
Regards,
George
~~Nordette
the lack of love......is chilling
pax A
D
The imagery is great
Peace
William
"Abandoned Life" the title of my book in progress!!
Love Always TinkaSweets
Myrna
Aberjhani
peace,
carolyn
"sometimes
shards of glass
in the grass
glisten like tears"
Your words are powerfully sad,
but this piece is so very well written!
Thank you
Love,
Sheila
debra
Love Suzie :-D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I guess that's why it's easy for me to share hope again, because I've seen it for myself, as well as others. So keep reaching people thru your writing, and keep giving hope. . . .would LOVE to see another slant to this poem to show how people deserve to be sincerely wanted for the best reason around. . . and that's to be unconditionally loved?
blessin's, this is a keeper for me my Brother,
cynth'ya
~hugs~
Karen
When someone goes back on their word to an adult, that's another lesson learned, when someone goes back on their word to a child, that's a life having to be re-learned...only this time there is a lack of security and trust...and most of all love. Hopefully, if there truly is a child you know, who is hurting like this, Reg~ The best that can be done, is that, that someone returns, asking for forgiveness and picking up the shards...but if that's not possible, showering them in love, and alot of close guidance might get them back on track...A very profound "Abandoned"
You serve your pen well...
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Your words paint a picture of someone
Who Abandoned the home and family to be on her/his own
Truly sad and heartfelt words on this stunning write!!
Love And Peace To You Always..Morning Star
Truly impressive!
painful and i loved the details
you got the feel of abandoned right on it's head
This is poetic genius ... congrats on reaching another plateau!
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
(((HUGS))) and much love, ton ami, Karen Lynn in Texas. :(
Well done,
Michael
Peace. Joyce
Steve
I almost couldn't write back to it!
The shards of glass, glisten in the grass like tears... shit, you
said alot here!
and the I love how you said and felt, MOONday sunlight- Midnight moonlight! Nice Touch!
I loved it!
EVERY Word speaks humbly and honestly of what
YOu felt and saw!
A Keeper! A Treasure for my eyes later!
Warmest Blessings and WArm HuGs, Warrior Sheeeooxx
Stay Positive!
Stay Happy!
Go Forward!
Love, Taylor
good one Reg,
simon b
Love,
Susan
Love,
CJ
Jim
Elizabeth
ann
Susan
TRASK
Rose
Thank you for sharing...
RM Green
An outstanding write from beginning to end. My heart stopped somewhere in the middle. One can not quiet the haunting memories.
Fee
Peace, linda
Pea xOx
Shattered lives encapsulates everyone and everything connected to the broken people or relationship involved.
This is a compelling word, Reg, compelling indeed - resonates very much with my psyche.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
The sequel? Can't stay 'stuck' in this emotion... where do you go from here? We are never abandoned fully...
God Bless
Lena
Best regards,
Leland
nice work.....Art Sun...