Sunday, November 25, 2012

In Progress

photo by Evgeny Yaryshev












old walls aged and worn,
flooring starts to crumble, as
daylight fades to eve

so much left to do,
this house, a work in progress…
where do I begin?

© Ginny Brannan  November 2012

Sharing at The Mag #145--Image provided by Tess Kincaid.

13 comments:

  1. just pick a corner and start...smiles...old houses have such personality....always a work in progress just like us...

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  2. A postive take on a dreary picture. I like that.

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  3. The nightmare of doing up an old building...

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  4. Oh my goodness, yes! So much to do and where to begin?

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  5. The room shows faded glory you are going to recapture. Goody.

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  6. A metaphor for my life I think---I so often feel this

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    1. Exactly! Metaphor for mine too, if you note the tags I put on the poem.

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  7. i want to be a person who likes old houses but i simply do not. The only thing i would to an old house is slowly replace all its parts with new

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  8. Beautiful ... I love your senryu poetry.

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  9. ...we like the aged sofa finding the perfect spot in this big room of life where we can be rightfully appreciated by the many eyes that come and go...a truly a lifetime work in progress to find your real niche... lovely write.

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  10. very very good...than ks for sharing this

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  11. A work in progress...just like life...

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  12. Always a puzzler deciding that starter move! Nice to know someone was keen! ☺

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Thank you for reading my poetry and sharing your thoughts.