The Quiet Cabin

by john   Mar 16, 2009


The Quiet Cabin

Words are not content
Sitting around the cabin
Gawking at a dusty deer head
Suspended above the grey hearth

"I'll never forget what loving you felt like."
Won't dawdle forever
Contemplating etymology
and studying his reflected phonetics
within a snifter of bourbon

"I grow dull with age"
finds a deck of cards
and lays out a game of solitaire
after "my father will be dead soon"
turns down a round of cribbage.

These words that now fill the cabin
Straining against the two dimensional
Weight of their infinite jostling
Wont live confined forever.

Even now a few slip through holes in
The straw filled walls.

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  • 8 years ago

    by trippetta TC

    Very story like vivid, and complex and simple all at once.

  • 8 years ago

    by silvershoes

    Exactly what Michael said :)
    Very well written, Johnny boy. I love picturing each line and the expression on the face of the man you describe. Given the objects and activities at play, an essence of time is permitted.. old and slow, yet timeless.
    Am I making sense?
    Well anyway, good job.
    Love ya!

  • 8 years ago

    by Brenda

    I adore the last line! this poem is filled with pure emotion. it's also very raw, it was a pleasure to read this. great job! 5/5

    :]

  • 8 years ago

    by Tori

    I like it.
    =]

  • 8 years ago

    by Rachel

    This poem is incredibly amazing. Your descriptions make the story come to life. 5/5