Crooked House

Lop sided, one sided,
And one dying tree.
A puddle of mud
and a garden filled with bees.

This is what I am to inheret
Or better yet, this house will inheret me!

Like crooked dreams and broken wings
this house stands in my way.
Sky is what I long for
I await to seize the day.

This smell of wet that lingers
Or even worse, this smell that makes me linger!

This crooked house, that is me
stands in my way
This crooked house, that is me
Makes the sky look grey.



Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2006-06-18 at 01:43

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Zoya Zaidi
Verygood analogy, very well written Bakim!

Welcome back!
Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-06-18


Kathy Lockhart
Thought evoking! I saw this physical crooked house and I felt the spiritual crooked house. This is very deep in it's possibilities of realities as I read it. Simple and still complex. Excellent! :) kathy
2006-06-18