Patti Masterman


A House Breathes Through Its Bones - Poem by Patti Masterman

A house breathes through its bones,
Its summits sit like sentries;
Though rafters decompose-
It never denies entry.

Its ghosts lie in their beds,
Soft earth beneath their memory;
The shutters firmly closed-
The past seen only dimly.


Comments about A House Breathes Through Its Bones by Patti Masterman

  • Gold Star - 39,733 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (11/6/2014 12:52:00 AM)

    These lines are extra ordinary -The shutters firmly closed-The past seen only dimly so nice (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,968 Points Smoky Hoss (11/6/2013 3:05:00 PM)

    Neil said it perfectly. The gentle flow like air through lungs gives life, melancholy as needs must be, to these words. Beautiful writing... as always Patti. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 14,919 Points * Sunprincess * (11/6/2013 8:44:00 AM)

    I agree with eric, and also like a nice pair of well worn and cared for jeans :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 14 Points Neil Young (11/6/2013 5:58:00 AM)

    Its not often I find a poem of this quality here. Gentle flowing. The opening line is perfect. The subtle rhyme scheme is very effective. Metre and rhythm is spot on. I rate this a 10. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,022 Points Leslie Philibert (11/6/2013 5:24:00 AM)

    Ok, don`t understand why you don`t use the rhyme scheme in the second verse. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,941 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (11/6/2012 8:07:00 AM)

    the feelings that many people from other culture go through, when they walk on the banks of Thames River! Sometimes ancient is too scary! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 7 Points Deva De Silva (11/6/2012 1:41:00 AM)

    I saw the old house and the sleepless ghosts. Images... good write. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jim Troy (8/10/2011 4:02:00 AM)

    How hauntingly beautiful and brings that lonesome vision of a loved servant
    left behind.............. I enjoy the way this one is opened up to our
    far distant view (dimly) to see and enjoy.

    ....................................Jim Troy (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 63 Points Eric Cockrell (8/6/2011 8:01:00 AM)

    yes, ... very well put... old houses are like novels waiting to be read! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 10, 2011


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