The house with the straightened wall
Stands proudly
And tall
By the sea
The house with the straightened wall
Contentedly
Waits
For me
The house with the straightened wall
Sees its time
Is soon to
Come
The house with the straightened wall
Joins my whispery
Joyful
Hum
© Donna J.T. Smith, Feb.14, 2013
It's Poetry Friday and this is my poem about the house we are renovating, Gull Haven. It sat quite sadly for a number of years, but is now getting new walls, floors, windows, plumbing, electrical, insulation and love. It's been a long process, but it is getting close to the time when we'll be able to stay there at least for a few days at a time. And we'll be there full time when we are both retired.
I posted the first poem here: The House with the Wrinkled Wall. So this one is like a followup poem to the first poem that I wrote in October of 2011 when we first purchased the house. By this October we should be finally finished with all the work there...maybe for this summer even.
So much fun to scroll down your Gull Haven blog and see your new house take shape...it does look like fun, and the view is just stunning. Every inch of it looks chosen with care and love, Donna - I'll be checking in on its progress!
ReplyDeleteIt's been slow going at times. Basement work and insulation and plumbing aren't that exciting...unless of course you don't have them! It will be amazing to be able to spend a night and a whole day there hopefully this summer.
DeleteI love that 'whispery joyful hum', Donna. This is so pretty & rather soulful, appreciative of the house as living. I do love hearing about it!
ReplyDeleteSometimes it does feel like we are joyfully humming together now. It's an exciting time for both the house and us!
DeleteLove the repetition of that first line!
ReplyDeleteNot sure what the next first line will be when we get there...but I liked that repetition also when I started with the house with the wrinkled wall. Another snow day, don't think we'll get up to see the house today.
DeleteHi, Donna. I like how the form of the poem was "unstraight," as your wall used to be. Looking forward to reading more about your house.
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