Friday, May 7, 2010

Real estate

I’ve heard that time seems to speed up as you get older. I didn’t expect it to happen so suddenly, and I’m nowhere near halfway to the finish line. Somehow, as everything races by, I keep missing the opportunity to write down a few lines of poetry.

I started a poem about a week ago, a haiku, and I saved it because it felt like it needed more than three lines to reach completion. Upon re-reading, though, I quite like it the way it is, so I'm posting it, just like that.

Real estate

Windows beckon light
through a shroud, a spider’s veil
farmhouse rotting silk

Rachel Westfall
April 29, 2010


juliebuff said...

Hi, Rachel! It's so good to see you. I'm glad you had the time to write this poem. It is very beautiful. The title is a great contrast to the images you give us...the real life and stories behind the real estate. I love it!

christopher said...

Tastes Like Green Bananas

I stand back from light,
the pulse of it streaming by,
stick my finger in,
watch the splash, little
flecks coming loose that fly off
and then disappear.
I feel light's passage,
pull my finger out, staring,
then lick it all off.

Woman in a Window said...

Why hold onto anything? Let it breathe.

There is a sort of perfection in the incomplete, isn't there? A kind of completion, too, ironically.

(good to read you too)


S.L. Corsua said...

A very strong image. Beginning with a close-up, then panning out to take it all in. Like real life, eh? At times we hesitate to look away from the little things. Big picture, cold feet. ;)

Poetikat said...

The title for this one is excellent! I'm reminded of Robert Frost with the spider's web and the choice of "rotting silk" is really vivid.