Memory of a Glass House

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

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9 thoughts on “Memory of a Glass House”

gautami tripathy says:

21/09/2011 at 19:46

Lovely piece of work

while the instrument plays
Nicole Nicholson says:

21/09/2011 at 21:04

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.

Well done.

-Nicole
Mary - Phoenix EM says:

21/09/2011 at 22:37

Thanks to:
Gautami – thanks for your sweet words.
Nicole – I am glad my poem managed to convey my meaning.

Thanks for reading and commenting! M.
Mike Patrick says:

22/09/2011 at 08:06

Living in a house, always in view, yet he never saw. Well written. There is none so blind as he who will not see.
lolamouse says:

22/09/2011 at 20:32

Compact poem but full of meaning. Amazing how you were able to fit all those prompts into one poem!
Mary - Phoenix EM says:

26/09/2011 at 23:22

Thanks to:
Mike – curious how often we fail to see what we are looking at!
lolamouse – I am very happy you liked it.
Kay Salady says:

20/12/2011 at 13:37

Incredible write. I can certainly relate to wanting to run from vulnerability.
1. Mary - Phoenix EM says:
  
  20/12/2011 at 13:50
  
  Kay – thank you for your kind words!
Morning says:

21/12/2011 at 14:11

lovely memories, wow.

enjoyed your poetry.

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