house was a home

emptied of family and

furnishings except for

an ornate pool table

with matching chairs

in basement; listen —

sounds of billiard balls

clacking against each

other, stripes vs. solids.

ghostly echos of former

husband vs. wife, each

of different pattern, who

clacked loudly to break;

left single family home

for two separate shelters.

as new occupant peels

off wall-lettering upstairs:

“bless this home with love

and laughter,” she wonders

about — the children.

Laura Bloomsbury hosts dVerse poetics tonight with “house” theme…


16 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. sean@bogie
    Aug 12, 2021 @ 09:49:26

    I like the way you have created a sense of history without being lengthy. Very skilful. I wonder about the children too.


  2. sanaarizvi
    Aug 11, 2021 @ 17:38:05

    Oh my heart this is poignant!


  3. msjadeli
    Aug 11, 2021 @ 15:19:31

    Lynn, great use of the clacking echoes of pool balls to reflect the dissonance between them. Potent imagery of the positive motto that has been covered up. Kids always pay the price.


  4. Helen Dehner
    Aug 11, 2021 @ 14:35:13

    Great, insightful poem!


  5. Laura Bloomsbury
    Aug 11, 2021 @ 04:51:35

    you have cleverly laid the words out like a corridor! . I like the sounds of the billiards played against the former couple clashing – a sad ending to the poem Lynn, the house, a broken home


  6. Carol Congalton
    Aug 11, 2021 @ 02:08:15

    Wow! ‘She wonders about the children’ – powerful.


  7. Lucy
    Aug 11, 2021 @ 01:09:35

    So powerful and tragic.


  8. rothpoetry
    Aug 10, 2021 @ 21:28:34

    You have done very well with this one. I love how the story winds from the couple to the children who take the fall out.


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