A vacant house laments as she yearns for occupants to give her purpose. |
Here I stand: Stately and strong. Solid and still. Here I stand: As ceiling meets roof, soaring high, brandishing a brave facade while hiding in my eaves the lacking social in my structure. Here I stand: As my rafters, gone batty, audibly groan their displeasure. Here I stand: As my floors remain supportive despite the absence of wax and footfalls which bestow luster and meaning. Here I stand: As cavernous spaces, nestled deep within me, echo their yearnings to womb melodies of conversation, laughter and tears. Here I stand: As my mute, naked walls silently scream for a fresh cloak of semi-gloss adorned with Crayola masterpieces and sticky hand prints. Here I stand: As my unfulfilled closets, long barren and emptied, dream of housing sweaters, stilettos, sneakers and jeans. Here I stand: As dormant porcelain fixtures churn within my bowels, mourning their unproductive vascular works. Here I stand: As I suffocate in the loneliness of the hollow, resounding, bellowing, deafening stillness that permeates throughout. Here I stand: As my souless windows gaze upon the Divine Gardener's handiwork sprawling and crawling across my unkempt yard. Here I stand: As the wiry vines meander and maneuver their agile appendages up my sun-blistered siding. Here I stand: As the wild foliage creeps and cascades over my decaying, grinning picket fence. Here I stand: As I bear silent witness to the greenery's relentless quest to secure adoring glances. Here I stand: As life seeks life; but to no avail. Here I stand: Waiting and wanting. Vacant and void. ~ teRi (mulvaney) poRter © 1999 tucson, az ___________________________________________________ I find it shameful and ludicrous that there are so many homeless people and so many peopleless homes! |