This House is not a Home

This House is not a Home

As I look around the room
In its disrepair
The beauty is still here
In this house
where we raised our children
Your essence is everywhere

The dirt and grime is thick
Covering the furniture and drapes
The height chart on the wall
no longer visible
and there’s the chair where you
bandaged the scrapes

Memories of our family
Are buried deep in this grime
Layers of our life disguised
In the filth of other’s lives
But their neglect
is the only crime

That you are gone from my life
is the tragedy I cannot bear
This house no longer my home
I just came to see
if you were still here
Why is life so unfair?

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Mish’s Challenge at dVerse Poets Beauty in Ugliness

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  28 comments for “This House is not a Home

  1. October 18, 2018 at 6:53 am

    When the love is gone, the house is no longer the home.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 18, 2018 at 7:38 am

      Yes, sad but true 😔. Thanks for reading it.

  2. October 17, 2018 at 7:09 pm

    Oh if walls could talk, they would have so much to say… but there is always something beautiful to be found, whether its in memories, lessons learned or new perspectives. A very moving piece.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 17, 2018 at 7:35 pm

      Thank you Mish! 🙂 I really enjoyed this challenge

  3. Bev
    October 17, 2018 at 6:57 pm

    This was heartwrenching, but perfect. Every time I see a deserted house, I am always lost in wonder at what the walls could say if they could speak. I usually have to write a poem about it!

    • Christine Bolton
      October 19, 2018 at 11:35 pm

      Thanks for reading Bev. I always think that too and writing helps doesn’t it 🙂

  4. October 17, 2018 at 4:37 pm

    Nice lines: “Layers of our life disguised
    In the filth of other’s lives”

    • Christine Bolton
      October 17, 2018 at 5:58 pm

      Thank you, as always, Frank 🙂

  5. October 17, 2018 at 3:53 pm

    The beauty lies so much in the memories…. even though all is lost, there were those good times… yes those memories are treasures.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 17, 2018 at 4:57 pm

      Thanks Bjorn. I agree 🙂

  6. October 17, 2018 at 12:49 pm

    Bittersweet; the ugly of grime and disrepair, pain of loss and still in memory and the spirit of the house the beauty of what was shared remains…lovely use of the prompt.

  7. October 17, 2018 at 9:45 am

    Interesting take – almost a reversal of the prompt. What we hold dear reveals itself as ugly only after the illusion is shattered.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 17, 2018 at 9:56 am

      Yes the character still saw the beauty through the ugliness of the room. Thanks for reading it V.J.

  8. October 17, 2018 at 9:21 am

    You worked so well with the image!
    It’s interesting…several years ago we took a trip back to the Midwest, rented a car and drove around my home town…I’m in my seventh decade now. It was very sad to see the house I spent my early years in….yard overgrown, front steps and porch rickety and askew, paint peeling… can never go back. I remember wishing I’d left it intact in my memory. Your poem reminds me of that.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 17, 2018 at 9:58 am

      Yes Lillian, it’s had happened to me too. You can never go back, it’s heartbreaking. 😞 Thank you for reading.

  9. October 17, 2018 at 8:48 am

    Poignant and painful. But such beauty in your words.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 17, 2018 at 8:57 am

      Thank you so much Punam 💕

      • October 17, 2018 at 9:01 am

        You are welcome Christine. ❤️

  10. October 17, 2018 at 8:18 am

    Oh dear, this is so poignant… A nice sad one – I do actually like the tearjerkers even if they make me sigh…

    • Christine Bolton
      October 17, 2018 at 8:54 am

      Me too! Thank you 🙂

  11. Christine Bolton
    October 17, 2018 at 7:49 am

    Thank you Gina 🙂💕

  12. October 17, 2018 at 5:00 am

    i feel the brokenness and the despair

  13. October 17, 2018 at 3:49 am

    I was so hoping that someone would choose this image – thank you for doing it justice, Christine! Heartbreaking.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 17, 2018 at 7:48 am

      Thank you Kim. I am always interested at how houses take on the personalities of the owners and this story is told over and again. 🙂💕

  14. October 16, 2018 at 11:01 pm

    I’m moved by your About Me, too. True heartbreak is different from anything else. Thinking about it, talking about it, analyzing it… can all be helpful. But doing something about it … turning it into art and finding meaning in it, as you are… that’s the healing. – tsk

    • Christine Bolton
      October 16, 2018 at 11:12 pm

      Thank you so much Tony. I appreciate it very much 🙂

  15. Christine Bolton
    October 16, 2018 at 10:53 pm

    Thank you so much! 🙂

  16. October 16, 2018 at 10:52 pm

    Heartbreakingly beautiful

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