Do you believe
A house can breathe
A house can live
Its memories feel
Reach from the past
Present and future
Good and bad
A ghostly tenure.
Do you believe
The voices heard ?
The heavy foot steps
On creaking stairs
That door that opens
And slowly closes
Invisible hands
The shadow that poses.
Upon the landing
Brief and fleeting
Room to room
Heartbeat increasing
The sudden chill
Temperature to fall
A shallow whisper
That does call.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Fine words Norman, I am sure there are memories hidden in our houses.
Andy
yes thats for sure, appreciate the read, thanking you
The house I live in is such and I am not such a believer but I have heard voices, singing, footsteps, doors that open and close with no breeze, draperies that fall all of a sudden after being in place for years. Yet they are friendly (spirits) if you would (for I do not believe in such despite the evidence) A nicely worded poem my friend
my place is the same, thanks for reading always much appreciated
Most welcome Norman
Good write N. Erm, is the house near the bus stop? What bus, you say. lol.
Just outside, the haunted bus stop no 7 OOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Is that why no one waits for the No7 bus at that stop? lol. A comedy show had a skeleton. A bus inspector says to a bus driver: 'He/she got like that waiting for you bus to come along'. lol.
theres a line of coffins at this bus stop lol
Yes, quite so. The old family house stood for generations and spoke even when there was no one listening. Splendid expression in poetry. 🕊️🙏
much appreciated, thanking you
Most welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
Love the poem, style and structure. I would fear "a shallow whisper that does call."
thanks for reading, always much appreciated
The shadows remind us of themselves through the memory of places .
the eternal imprint on time, appreciate your reading many thanks
Norman, I know a house can breathe. This is excellent. There’s a slow, steady tension running through this…the kind that builds as you move deeper into the space. Every step feels closer to something you can’t quite see, but you know it’s there. By the end, it doesn’t feel like a question anymore…it feels known. Really well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind comments which are much appreciated, thanking you
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