She is my home for MY lady Irene

Shih style poetry

She is my home

Green; green is the riverside grass
The willows weeping by the stream.
The song birds sing pleasantly
and yet my heart, my heart is sad.
My beloved is not here and so
the house echoes with emptiness.
I wait longing for her return.
Loneliness oppresses me
although I know she will come back.
A week can seem eternity.
I stand by the casement and watch
Keeping vigil impatiently.
In the distance a cloud of dust.
May herald she is on her way
My spirits lift, my heart takes wing.
The house will come to life again
once she steps over the threshold
without her the house is just a house.
Her presence makes the house a home
Without my lover to share it
of what use is a mansion.

14-Mar-09
http:// blog.my space.com/poeticpiers

Shih style

Reviews

[LisetteCanWrite!]

A great reminder that a house is not a home without all it's household in place.. sometimes we need that 1 week to reflect and remember how truly important each member of the home is! It can echo in lonliness with the ticking of a clock only.. and somehow feeling darker. Great word use and flow to the show of emotion.. and yes I would imagine a mansion as very large, cold and lonely without my significant other to share it with! Hidden message there I interpret to mean what use is money and the beautiful objects of all surrounding us ...without love??? Thank you for sharing look forward to reading more poetry.

[TL Boehm]

ah a slow ache. Exquisite to read, yet drenched in sorrow...the loneliness palpable. Usually I read your metered ryhme and am so impressed. This poem, though different in style is just as strongly penned.