One Single Impression – Betrayal; Poets United – Glass Houses; We Write Poems – Better out than in; Theme Thursday – Memory
* MEMORY OF A GLASS HOUSE*
I remember a winter
in a house made of glass
naked, numb, stupefied
I remember yearning to go
and get lost in the snow
But how would you know?
© Mariya Koleva 2011
9 thoughts on “Memory of a Glass House”
Lovely piece of work
while the instrument plays
The glass house is an apt metaphor shame.
I like how the last line of the first stanza (“naked, numb, stupefied”) comment on the state of person inside the house…and then how the second stanza reveals the desire to escape.
Gautami – thanks for your sweet words.
Nicole – I am glad my poem managed to convey my meaning.
Thanks for reading and commenting! M.
Living in a house, always in view, yet he never saw. Well written. There is none so blind as he who will not see.
Compact poem but full of meaning. Amazing how you were able to fit all those prompts into one poem!
Mike – curious how often we fail to see what we are looking at!
lolamouse – I am very happy you liked it.
Incredible write. I can certainly relate to wanting to run from vulnerability.
Kay – thank you for your kind words!
lovely memories, wow.
enjoyed your poetry.
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