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red house, rear window

walls may have ears
but windows have big
mouths that stage whisper 
the pillowcase confessions
of their keepers


every last breath
every little death
every dark lacey doing
every coming and going

every sacred locket vesper
you swore you didn't tell
shutter your secrets
shutter them well

Rene ~ April 2011

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  1. Brian MillerApril 28, 2011 at 1:38 PM

    nice...windows are big mouths...esp when someone is sitting outside with a corn field handy....

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  2. bttrflyscarApril 28, 2011 at 2:13 PM

    oh wow, this really speaks to me.

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  3. FireblossomApril 28, 2011 at 8:17 PM

    ain't that the truth.

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  4. Irish GumboApril 28, 2011 at 8:35 PM

    Word, sistah.

    (peacebumptwofingersout)

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  5. Salem LorotApril 29, 2011 at 12:53 PM

    Well crafted. I loved it.

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  6. Isabel DoyleApril 29, 2011 at 1:02 PM

    every dark lacey doing - great poem

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  7. MaryApril 29, 2011 at 5:57 PM

    This is a very eerie monster poem, Rene!

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  8. Eileen T O'Neill .....April 29, 2011 at 6:23 PM

    Rene,

    A rather scary, all-seeing window!
    A clever use of the monster prompt.

    Eileen

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  9. MarianMay 1, 2011 at 1:49 AM

    oh, man.

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  10. Dawn M. HamsherMay 1, 2011 at 9:00 PM

    I really like this poem. Moral of the story...your secrets aren't safe anywhere! Even the house has ears!

    The Write Soil

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  11. Fred MillerMay 2, 2011 at 2:51 PM

    I bought a book of sermons from those Trappists who make the fruitcake. One of the sermons said that when we die we are going to be handed the book of our life and told to read it aloud. So, get used to your flaws and your secrets.

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  12. Hyde Park Poetry PalaceMay 5, 2011 at 2:41 PM

    stunning piece.

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