A dream of waldon's pond

By Jessica Orr

The house on the hill;
it wavers about 
lost Sundays 
and it thinks it was good;
but it doesn't talk,

The door it's fine,
a solid day
that knows the blistering
of the meaning in rays-
the beat-down 
of imperial sun,
the cool nights 
of a serious moon.

The hall is an end 
to the room within,
and sinking ships
did spin;
as air is coarse
in any seashore
when match is met
and pressure builds-

the rest of a life
there's wind,
and sand 
and hiding...
can be beautiful
even at night.

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Copyright 2015 Jessica Orr
Published on Tuesday, May 5, 2015.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"


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  • carlosjackal On Monday, May 18, 2015, carlosjackal (2576)By person wrote:

    This is so, so good. Took me to a wonderful dream-like place. Blissful stuff and so very well written.

  • FadedBlues On Wednesday, May 6, 2015, FadedBlues (2938)By person wrote:

    ...beauty in the daylight & the darkness. nice write...

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