28 of 30 Who Lives Here

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"Singleness of attention is the heart of a disciplined writing life."  Pat Schneider, Writing Along and with Others

Who lives in this house,
with its lavender siding,
and royal purple trim,
lattice adding character?

Who sits in the turret,
with its cone shaped roof,
and circular walls,
windows all-embracing?

Who rests on this porch,
with its rounded edges,
chairs placed carefully around
waiting on warmer weather?

Who watches as I drive by
this house on the corner
where it has stood
proudly for generations?

Could it be the artist
watching the sunrise
from the windows
eye-to-eye with the treetops?
The poet observing the sunrise?
The writer taking notes
as people scurry about?

   I can't help but wonder...
           Who?

© Cathy L. Mere, 2012


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  1. Linda BApril 28, 2012 at 11:04 PM

    I think you should go up to the door & ask! What a house, an unusual & interesting house. I always thought it would be so neat to have a turret, or one of those high rooms where woman watched for ships. I love the repeating questions. It reminds me of the 'this is the house that Jack built' story. Nice, Cathy!

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  2. MichelleApril 28, 2012 at 11:13 PM

    Oh the stories this old house could tell . . . makes you really wonder.

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