abandoned cottage and plum tree by stagasaurus

Cottage For Sale.

The grapes on the vine
Which even now climb
Up the old archway are indigo blue.

One long-gone springtime
We tasted the prime
Wine fruit and admired its delicate hue.

Our smiling house then
Was window-laced, mended
Were the wood gates which love entered thru.

All still feels the same.
Memory reclaims
Only the good times enjoyed here with you.

Cottage for sale
Will ever contain
Remains of the spirit shared by us two.

Published June 26, 2010 Write a comment
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Bob Blackwell
A sadness with a beauty of its own, is also full of love. Lovely write Fay
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Scarlett Angel
this is a stunning piece of art Fay....wonderful to read aloud ...thank you
 
Baldric
A last look around before closing the door, a thousand memories, in our hearts are still raw. a piece of ourselves we leave in each room, a place where children, and love may bloom.
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2ndVoice
just weeping...so beautiful...so glad you commented on my little piece so I could find and hear you today
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RAJ NANDY
FAY , THIS POEM HAS THE FLAVOUR OF GOOD OLD CLASSICAL POETRY WHICH I LIKE VERY MUCH ! LET PEOPLE TAKE INSPIRATION FROM YOU TO WRITE LIKE THIS , INSTEAD OF THOSE THREE LINES THEY WRITE , AS AN APOLOGY FOR POETRY ! THANKS !
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JoAnn McGrath
such a wonderful piece...so full of love that I bet even the bad time found there way into the heart with a smile
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Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR
Have you ever seen the 1950's(i believe0Irish movie"The Quiet Man", with a young Maureen O'Hara, and John Wayne ? If so, does that photo you so very applicabally selected above not look like the coupled house in the movie ? !I like this work, Fay(your poem , that is...lol)! In particular, the tercet format & rhyme sceme....Very inventive & well constructed, m'lady dear ! *____________ F j R ____________*
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Linda Winchell
SOLD!!! Where do I send the check? Great poem as always. God Bless
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Alison Cassidy
It is above all the shape and form of this one that is so arresting and serves so powerfully to express the bitter-sweetness of memory. You're right. The house you grew up in or fell in love in or reared your brood in is particularly precious. Beautiful poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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carol
a house loved by two in love retains fond memories
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john o'connell
like this fairly true-to-life poem. excellent form. thanks for you kind comments. john
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Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
Left tracks of tears on my heart...lovely! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
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Mike
Every time I see one of the houses I spent years in... The memories flood back... all the love, the challenges, the victories, the kids... this is amazingly wonderful... :)
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T A Ramesh
Taste of grape cannot be forgotten indeed!
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