Marilyn Lott

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Only A Ghost Of A House - Poem by Marilyn Lott

The house was a sad and pitiful sight
When I saw it on I-40 as I took a drive
I was shocked the moment I saw it
It didn’t look like it could possibly survive

The boards were crooked and warped
Many loose and hanging down
This two story house was isolated
Many miles outside of town

Its usefulness had died years ago
Along with the people who had lived here
I wondered what it would take to destroy it
A storm would blow it down I feared

The grass had grown tall and lank
Engulfing this poor sad home
Nobody to live in its walls
No animals around it to roam

It seemed as though its life shouldn’t end
But of course it was too late for it now
If only the fields could be used again
I’d love to see a horse and a plow

In my mind I listened carefully
As I crept in like a quiet little mouse
But its life was over forever and now
It was only a ghost of a house!

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  • (7/14/2009 3:32:00 PM)

    I have always been fascinated with the idea of houses representing lives. The shape, decor, architecture and condition all metaphors for someone's life. Indeed I have used it in my own poetry.
    Though maybe not the way you intended it, I looked at this with eyes of my own perspective...and I enjoyed it very much.
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  • (3/29/2008 5:08:00 PM)

    A charming poem Only A Ghost of a House i'd say; it makes you ponder when looking yonder,
    at a place only ghosts now stay!
    Best wishes! Friend Thad *10*! !
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  • (3/29/2008 9:05:00 AM)

    This was beautifully done....loved it. Reminds me of a lot of barns I have seen over the years. This house once meant something to someone. Well done! (Report) Reply

  • (3/29/2008 8:18:00 AM)

    Perhaps your ghost of a house
    Isn't a ghost at all
    But only what you see
    Which is the roof and walls.

    Inside you will find it filled with memories
    That are there, though covered with dust
    Happy times and sadness that no one sees
    Yet a history of a family's living trust.

    And yes the boards are warped and worn
    And the weeds grow about the yard
    Like the carrion
    Of a crow or some other bird.

    That's all that's left
    After the bones are picked clean.
    What Nature's dealt
    To Man it seems.

    But that 'Ghost of a House'
    Looks over the fields
    And revives in most,
    The memory of bountiful yields.

    Where man (and woman)
    Committed to try
    When times were rough and there was no plan
    Yet with faith in God, they'd get by.

    And they moved on to another day
    And left the house as witness
    And to say,
    That there will be light in the darkness.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 29, 2008

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