Abandoned House -- a poem for The Sunday Muse

  

        Summer Escapes 

My hangout when I felt abused 

T'would be the old abandoned house 

The big Texas Ranch House next door 

Next door was about a mile away 

Across the water, wooded creek 

There forget about my feelings 

Hurt and not loved by my parents 

Sulking mood pre-teens often have 

Fly out the window drop to death 

Take my big dog and hike and sulk 

Tell my mom, dad always away 

"I'm going down to the creek to play" 

Stopped there, where Shep and I would play 

Thinking more, poor me, sulking still 

Go over the knoll to the house? 

There we'd stay until almost late 

Forgetting the morning conflict 

One I'd never win but I'd try  

Look for treasures left, every room 

Sunroom memories eating there 

All us kids would be herded in  

Played while our parents ate and drank 

Memories of the good times back then 

Had dreams I'm not remembering now 

Forgot about being saddened 

My own castle safe and secure 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo from Carrie's collection from which to choose and write my thoughts at The Sunday Muse #220, 

https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/07/sunday-muse-220.html

 - I am thinking about an abandoned house I would visit pre-teen, mostly happy, once in a while hurting.  Sometimes besides the dog I would take my little sister.  I still have an old key that I took from a nail on a wall.  That house has since been purchased along with a small acreage and folks are living there again.

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Mind Wanderings - a Piece of Prose for Friday Writings

What comes to mind when given a pretty sunset?

It was a pretty sunset over the lake with pink sky and red sun. But my camera red eye fixer 'fixed it'. There was such a pretty red sun in the middle of this picture when I took it from inside our friend's house at her breakfast room table.

That's the way my life has often been, when someone fixes things for me that I didn't want or feel needed fixing.  "Just trying to help" is the reply if I were to protest.

Like the times I have fallen, onto the ground.  They rush in and try to help me up, when really I just want to lay there and commiserate.  

I don't fall often but when I do it seems there is always pain, often a whole lot more.  Blood, scraping of the skin, and three times broken bones.  And then my bones don't heal like regular people's do.  Oh yes, they "calcify" and stick together but the bones don't grow back together bone to bone.  That's why I use my cane when my right big toe hurts walking.  

I've talked with some others, this is their story too.  So if you happen to come onto one who has fallen, PLEASE for the person's sake, just ASK if he or she wants to get up before you try to fix things.  It may help in them with coping of some terrible misery by just lying there for a bit.

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 - Photo and Story Copyright, Jimmiehov 2007 and 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am writing with Rosemary at The Friday Writings #36, 

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2022/07/friday-writings-36-sunset.html?m=1 

 - She wants us to share either in poetry or prose a sunset experience, or whatever, comes to mind involving a pretty sunset. 

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Kin Separated -- a Fractal Poem for dVerse

 

Brothers by Marriage;

    a fractal poem 

Brothers

I love them all 

Each different many ways 

All is three, that's all I've got

 

Brothers by marriage 

There's no brothers of my own 

All different, separated by blood lines 

Never knew any before I knew my wife 

Separated they are 

Geography for visits each other 

Though we see them periodically 

Christmas and birthday cards we send

Separated by blood line 

One is brother of my wife 

He is a widower still in grief

Blood ties make her closer to him

'Bout the same as the others for me 

Separated by distance 

Distance and blood for other two 

One is my sister's hub 

A basketball coach for years 

Then Principal of the High School

Doesn't appreciate Sis's and my foolishness 

The other is the Mrs.'s brother 

His wife also died he's grieving still 

Jack of many careers UPS loader first 

Then oil sampler from the ships near to us 

Crashed his airplane feet first, broken bones 

Out of mind for month, couldn't get into ships' holds 

Now he's a piano tuner, expert too of rebuilding 

                    

A short rundown of the three far away 

Tennessee for the wife's brother 

Louisiana sister-in law's hub

Iowa for my sister's hubby 

I could say some more 

Not needed here 

Brothers by Marriage

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo at Bottom from an earlier post attributed to Shay's Prompt, here.  Some have said the fellow in the back is a woman, I say he dresses differently.

 - Photo at Top from lisa, aka msjadeli, in poetics of the description and examples of Fractal Poetry at https://dversepoets.com/2022/07/19/dverse-poetics-fractals-down-the-rabbit-hole-and-up-up-and-away/ .  I hope mine is one.

 - Go there, above, to read that post and here for other writers' works 

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