White House
breathes
down ladle neck.
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Side Screen
drenched
in sticky moss mold.
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Rust Roof
frying
at touch of pearl sun.
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Happy Ghost
waves
up the chimney.
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Window Man
turned
away from the stir.
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Light String
showers
over bronze head.
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Miss Angels
poised
toward the black.
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Flower Bunch
taunts
behind pane.
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Slab Path
fades
on grey powder dirt.
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Iris Tips
cook
beside mowed hay.
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Rod Plastic
guards
against booted feet.
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Red Kerchief
flits
with draft wing.
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Shadow Girl
slips
under peeled paint.
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Curtains Five
drape
before secrets stacked.
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Iron Moon
dangles
against wood panel.
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Oak Gnarl
points
to wind heaven.
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Emma Kate Coleman
An overworked hard news journalist seeking creativity and community. Lover of dogs, antique stores and homemade bread. Thrift queen and photography peasant. Happy to be here. :)
"Write hard and clear about what hurts." - Ernest Hemingway
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The sun was high when Lance pulled off the road and into the dusty lot of the service station. The sign back at the hairpin--the first sign in a long time--said they just rolled into Hatter’s Creek, Population 63. It was small enough it didn’t appear on the handmap in Shelby’s lap, yet here it stood, the first backwater township on the fringes of the National Park. The plan was to gas up, restock the snack bag, and press on into the wilderness.
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Such amazing imagery and poetic verve! Belated congrats on Top Story 🍾🥂
After reading quite a few of your poems I’m noting your style is fragmented (not the Mr Green Bean poem though, longer for sure) but I’m LOVING your sentences and how you build them. This reminds me of the creator Sara, you might like to see her!
Thanks for sharing
I thought I had read this, I hadn't but I have now. Wonderful words
You selected "sad poetry" as one of the tags. I felt the opposite. You have a way with words, my dear!
Wow. Paper is your canvas and words are your paint. Beautiful poem Emma 🤩
The imagery was amazing! Loved this and subscribed!
Gosh, this was so beautiful and brilliant! Congratulations on your Top Story! I've subscribed to you!
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Good pieces
You really do have a wonderful way with words. This just transported me.
Wonderful piece. Congrats on the TS
Very well done. It's almost like you gave that house a living, breathing Identity. Loved it. Congrats on the Top Story.
I love how one part just felt like it led into the next and deeper… this was cool!
Congratulations on the selection as a Top Story! This is so deserving! 🥳
Melancholy and brilliant!! Congratulations on Top Story!!!♥️♥️💕
Emma, this could be a great English class analysis project for middle and high school students. If you are interested in creating a worksheet and a teacher's answer sheet identifying term meanings, you could possibly sell your work on Teachers Pay Teachers (TPT). Even if you are not interested, this is a great poem! 👏
Beautiful for reading and analyzing! ✍️👏✍️
Oh the tales a house could tell. This was brilliant
Congratulations on your Top Story❤️💯🎉😉
You make this house come alive! What you have crafted here is more than simple personification. Each element is vibrant in a way that is true to its nature. I also like the tension between the durability of human artifact and the inexorable encroachment of nature. And that last line is so perfect!
Emma this was a really thought provoking piece. I liked your choice of vernacular and use of descriptive language to really pull the reader into the scene! Nicely done!
Wow! You really have a way with words, Emma. This is nearly hypnotic in the way it transports the reader to this old farmhouse with its sing-song verse and carefully-chosen words. Beautiful! I could practically feel the gentle breeze and smell the fresh-cut hay!