empty house

The poem Vacant City spawned another, I think better, called Empty House. I tried playing with sound more in this one. The images, I hope, are clear and true to life. I imagine this house as once hosting warm family dinners. Children once ran through its halls; filled its rooms with laughter. Now deserted, the questions mount, who, why, where? It's really up to the reader to imagine the rest.

empty house
doran damon okkema

white peeled paint
in flecks on floor
like pencil shavings
walls once wore

rusted knobs
turn stubborn doors
creaking floorboards
termite wars

empty home
once adorned
with hanging things
in corridors

picture frames
taken down
vacant space
no one around

empty house
empty halls
empty phone jacks
no one calls