this old house,
its lights dim
with each passing day,
aging bones creak
and yawn, while
seduced by
a patinaed facade
Oh, the stories,
their essence drifts
like the aroma
of freshly baked bread
warming the cockles
of one’s heart
nestled where quaint
meets cozy,
its cherished charm
becomes one
with life forever
etched in our soul
What do you see # 109 – November 22, 2021
-Eugi
Image credit; Pixabay ( free images)
Your poem is the perfect embodiment of home.
Thank you, Liz!
You’re welcome, Eugi.
Poignant poem Eugi…Love it!!!
((hugs)) BellaSita Mum & purrss BellaDharma
Thank you, BellaSita and BellaDharma! Sending hugs and purrs! 😻🥰
purrss an {{huggiess}} rite back atcha Miss Eugi!!!
Love this Eugi.
Thank you so much!
A place where treasured memories are made 🙂
Yes, indeed!
🙂
Eugenia,
Lovely poem. This old house has a lot of charm and definitely treasured memories. That’ll be kind of hard to let go of when and if we ever find our new forever home. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you, Cathy! When you find your forever home, I’m certain you will fill it with as many beautiful memories that you had in the old house.
This is a great one. I love the photo and the poem. They complement each other very well.
Thank you, Dwight!
You are welcome!
This is so beautiful Eugi. What I would envision my home to be. Thanks for joining in my friend
Thank you, and my pleasure, Sadje!
You’re welcome ☺️
A splendid analogy
Thank you, Derrick.
Very heartwarming 🙂
Thank you, Deb!
Things that became, too, aged, that we hold, closest, to, our, hearts…
Very true. Thank you for reading and commenting.
The creaking of the old bones resonates with me. Must be the weather! Your poem creates a lovely atmosphere of warmth and contentment, Eugenia.
Thank you much, Chris!
Love the line “quaint meets cozy” .
Thank you!
I love this beautiful poem, Eugi! Great imagery and very meaningful. 🙂
Thank you, Cheryl! 💖