...I come, for a while at least, to answer the Toad Call of the great outdoors... or any other outside... thanks to Peggy Goetz at IGWRT's. Perhaps the cold has got to me, for all I could come up with was this...
Outside is not in.
The thin
edge
of the wedge
is felt
when snows melt
and wet
is met
coming in from outside.
Occasional land slides
can mean
houses lean
towards the 'in' of the Earth.
They decrease in worth,
fast...
The last
thing a house needs
is to be inside earth like a seed.
It will not multiply,
but stultify,
possibly rumbling
while crumbling
towards impend-
ing doom. The End.
This is like first thoughts that gather momentum! The leaning house is quite a tragic image!
ReplyDeleteOh dear, now you make me worry about the roots of the huge figtree planted right up to the house.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, the icy East wind has blasted me into stultify mode as well. Will it get better you think? Why isn't the Gulfstream doing its thing.
O, to watch this house go down was a moving experience, pun alert, but not funny. If only time would reverse back to when choices still existed.
ReplyDeleteI so enjoyed your play with words, meaning and sound.
ReplyDeleteargh the sinkholes!
ReplyDeleteYIKES! Impending doom! How can such lovely rhyme lead there?
ReplyDeleteSkilled rhyming couplets - a form not much used these days. Now I'm off to check the house is still standing . . .
ReplyDeletereally clever, I enjoyed that, but it could be because I trust geotechnics
ReplyDelete"possibly rumbling while crumbling" — ooh, scary. But I had laughed at
ReplyDelete"and wet
is met
coming in from outside"
Well done!
K
Sorry you are have weather than does not inspire one to be outdoors but I enjoyed your poem and thinking about the house not being something that belongs inside the earth. Sliding homes are never a good thing!!
ReplyDeleteI know friends who live in her grandparents' sturdy home in Alaska on the permafrost, which is melting. Fortunately, they were at work when the sinkhole came... no one hurt, all possessions lost.
ReplyDeleteLOVED your internal rhyme and the ramble about sunken real estate as seeds that will not germinate. This is BRILL! Thanks, first time here. Just another little aspiring Toad, Amy
Hahaha - what fun rhyme!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely hilarious! Love it, love it, love it to bits!
ReplyDeleteI find it haunting... We come in to the shelter of our home, escape the wet and cold... and find ourselves swallowed up by what we thought was safe. These stories of sink holes chill me to the bone!
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