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

  • Rebecca Lyle (3/27/2017 4:43:00 PM)

    I loved it too, it is a true write (Report) Reply

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  • Georgios Venetopoulos (3/23/2017 12:19:00 PM)

    I like it! The house could be a tomb. Their memories fly in the air above the soft earth that covers it. You compose quietly, transmitting your metaphors to those who will read you in the future. [ Its summits sit like sentries; ] So true... They do! (Report) Reply

  • Jack Peachum (1/22/2016 11:13:00 AM)

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  • Pamela Sinicrope (11/20/2015 9:06:00 AM)

    Your poem is evocative and the language tight. I love the the line, 'A house breathes through its bones'... Rings true for me. I live in an old historic home. i've written about it, though not posted anything as of yet. The line, 'Soft earth beneath their entry, ' makes me think that the clues of the people past can be found, if we dig, but the 'shutters firmly closed...? ' Sometimes I think I can FEEL the individuals who have lived here, I can certainly sense them, when I read old blue prints, find straight edge raids in the wall, peek through layers of peeling wallpaper. This was an excellent poem! Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • 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

  • (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

  • 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

  • (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

  • (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

  • (11/6/2012 1:41:00 AM)

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

  • (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
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  • (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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