Poem - House

House

I miss you,

feet of rain on the tin,

wind whispering the weather,

silent stars and satellites,

mist creeping up from the lake,

water hurrying to the hollows,

the flames in the hearth

painting stories just for me,

you lived, I lived, there a while,

tough good times as we

struggled with your age,

we almost won,

next time,

wait for me.

Love

Drax

'Home' to me was once this old cottage in rural Ireland, if you're lucky an old house often has resonance (nothing to do with quantum mechanics). There was no electricity or running water here but I had 1mb/sec broadband ! I miss the broadband - but most of all I miss the resonance. I see it defined as "...Richness or significance, especially in evoking an association or strong emotion..." I see it more like the relationship between the chick and the egg shell, the resonance of a house can be a protective shell, if you are prepared to step back back a little from the 'noise' that is everyday life.

An example of this is weather, in Ireland we say if you do not like the weather - wait a minute - but the taste of the air, the way the wind rises ahead of rain.. these things tell you about the weather... if you have time to listen...