NOTHING GET THE IMAGINATION STIRRING AND OUR CURIOSITY YEARNING AS GAZING AT AN OLD BROKEN DOWN HOUSE....WISHING THE BOARDS COULD TALK. GREAT, MY FRIEND. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
The house seems so very sad Regis, as its souls cries from yesteryear! Pleading restoration before desolation from the wind! I really like this poem. Thank you! Peace!!
Those wonderful pioneer women = some didn't have much but a grass or sod house, not a wooden one til later when they got settled better - I know cause I read a book about it, was amazed, but these woman made a home wherever they resided in the West, or I should say settled, and made the most of it. they abandoned their families, came West, and some never made it and lots survived, or we wouldn't of had any old abandoned buildings like this. Sort of a mixed review with my thoughts.
Regis ,
I love the image you portary here with life that once was in the old house . In your words I felt the presence of its inhabitants .
You are a gifted writer ,
Great work .
Paul
Reviewed by Duane Weide (Reader)
Reviewed on March 2, 2008
Old houses have such magnetic energy. I get a feeling of sorrow when I look at this house. Powerful write. Looks like this scary house I would pass by on my street when I was a kid.
ooh old houses. Sometimes you can sense what was there before in an old house, maybe a lingering spirit or sometimes materials of the house can actually record the vibes from the past. :) Nice write.
Reviewed by Dennis Leischner (Reader)
Reviewed on March 29, 2007
Reg
Wonderful images. Evokes emotions of a time and place long gone yet never forgotten because the past still speaks if we only will hear.
Wow... great imagery in this piece.. very... haunting. Wonderful, as always.:)
~Kari Anne~
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on December 8, 2003
Hi REgis....Oh I caught you before you scrolled off the page....love this poem..great imageryl....memories are to be treasured..great writing...floria
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on December 8, 2003
Incredible imagery Regis. You not only took me there you created a house with a life of its own.
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on December 8, 2003
Or is it the wind
Moaning
..outstanding line!..I love anything to do with past imprints on ancient walls..and YES!..One can sense the energies of souls that once inhabited old houses etc. I live in Croatia and I must say there is sooo much history here..I make it a point to visit a new castle or some historic place whenever I get the chance...I can tell you some places scream into one's inner ear..it's rather fascinating though my husband doesn't think so..he feels SPOOKED!..LOL..
Remarkable write Regis...words well chosen..
I like old houses. They have a life of their own, as if no one ever really leaves them. I like this poem and picture. I do black and white photography -- fascinating art form.
Born Raised in Old House Back East,i.e. As Child I Always Heard Voices In Basement, Told My Mother,She'd Said Don't Listen To Them, They're Voices Of Dead_ Not All Voices From Other Side Are Evil_
Strangely -If I Did Listen To Them, They Were Trying To Help Me,I'd Listened I'd Be That Much Further Ahead!
Thanks For Your Kind Comments!
TRASK
Reviewed by Oirdheirc Mor (Reader)
Reviewed on December 7, 2003
Hi Regis
I always find old houses a bit sad, all those hopes, loves, lives gone.
nobody to take their place, I think is the saddest part.
Well done.
Mor.
Even without the picture, I see this house: have seen it many times and wondered what memories vanished through it empty windows. Very well written, Master Regis. ~~Bonnie Q
wonderful write, regis! (((HUGS))) and much love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D enjoyed much; thanks for sharing!
Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
Reviewed on December 6, 2003
Ooooooh, I wanna go visit one of these at night and see ghosts--lol. On a serious note, this was very well done Regis.We always think these things while passing by one of them don't we. Always in the backs of our minds.
The pic matches the lines of emotion perfectly...I have been gone almost a month now and missed a lot of good writes, Congratulations are in order for your winning the latest contest. With writes like these, I can see why.
Amor
I wish to thank all who have been so kind with your comments regarding my winning with "Graffiti." I have posted your names and comments in my blog. If I missed anyone, I apologize and I shall rectify this if you let me know. Once again, my sincere appreciation to all of you. Love and peace, Regis.
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I love the image you portary here with life that once was in the old house . In your words I felt the presence of its inhabitants .
You are a gifted writer ,
Great work .
Paul
Wonderful images. Evokes emotions of a time and place long gone yet never forgotten because the past still speaks if we only will hear.
Dennis
~Kari Anne~
Moaning
..outstanding line!..I love anything to do with past imprints on ancient walls..and YES!..One can sense the energies of souls that once inhabited old houses etc. I live in Croatia and I must say there is sooo much history here..I make it a point to visit a new castle or some historic place whenever I get the chance...I can tell you some places scream into one's inner ear..it's rather fascinating though my husband doesn't think so..he feels SPOOKED!..LOL..
Remarkable write Regis...words well chosen..
Vesna :)
Carmen
Excellent- Old Houses Do Talk If You Listen_
Born Raised in Old House Back East,i.e. As Child I Always Heard Voices In Basement, Told My Mother,She'd Said Don't Listen To Them, They're Voices Of Dead_ Not All Voices From Other Side Are Evil_
Strangely -If I Did Listen To Them, They Were Trying To Help Me,I'd Listened I'd Be That Much Further Ahead!
Thanks For Your Kind Comments!
TRASK
I always find old houses a bit sad, all those hopes, loves, lives gone.
nobody to take their place, I think is the saddest part.
Well done.
Mor.
I wish those old houses were
able to tell tales of the lives
inside. Of happiness and fear
of births and of death
Good one ..
Reindeer
Your poem was a delight....I love how you wrap it up....ty and congrats again, Dani
Excellent!
Thanks,
Emilie
I think its the Ghosts playing "Underground "you heard...lol!!
Love Tinka
Amor
excellent write
William
In Spirit,
Bear
excellent write
Liked this Regis
Amazing depth.