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His house is made of crumbling slats
    of rotted knotted oak
  peeling paint
and weakened joints.

  The wind blows unfettered
through unshuttered apertures
   dragging fresh sunlight in
      and memories away.

On sunny days
    he visits the front porch
  less and less often.

        He prefers to explore
    those rooms further in
where tide and time have yet to reach.              Sometimes
                                          he might be gone for a week.

And one day soon, too soon
    (not soon enough)
  his ramshackle dwelling will collapse
      tumbling six feet down
          abandoned at last.
©2007-2009 =BornBlitzed
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Author's Comments

There is no house. It's all a metaphor.
And a damned depressing one, at that.

Written for *fotoFRIDAY; inspired by: [link]

Update, as of June 15: What a wonderful surprise; thank you to *literatureODD for the feature.

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:iconcubesix:
Well done! Coming through strong and clear, Blitzed. I enjoyed the subtle hints, especially the first two stanzas. Descriptive.. Visual.. Effective.

Thanks for sharing.

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:iconlostinthewhirlwind:
I don't know about this one. While I definitely enjoyed the metaphor and how well you extended it, the language seems a bit...flat, for lack of a better word. Raw isn't the right word, though it is raw in the unrefined sense. I don't know. I just think the imagery could be a lot more powerful.

However, this is a great metaphor you've come up with, and it has a lot of potential.

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:iconbornblitzed:
I'm glad this resonated with you. And I very much appreciate the watch. :thanks:

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:iconbornblitzed:
I'm glad you agree with the concept, Ana, and thank you for the honest criticism.

I've been playing with this for the past several hours, tweaking and tucking. In your opinion, is it improved? If so, has it improved enough? And if not, where do you think the problem(s) might lie?

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:iconblackcat713:
"of rotted knotted oak" I love you.

That was great. And you didn't need to say it was a metaphor. :)

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:iconlostinthewhirlwind:
Yes, it has improved, but I think you could still pull more out of it. =)

One thing I noticed (conscious or unconscious) was the more advanced language at the beginning and the simpler word choice at the end. I think this adds to the idea of deterioration; however, I think it needs to be more pronounced to be truly effective. Or, if it's unintentional, the vocabulary level needs to be more consistent.

I really like "Sometimes, he'll be gone for a week." Formatting adds a nice touch.

The last line bothers me. The stanza itself is well done, but the phrase "at last" seems a bit cliched. It also doesn't seem to fit. His house collapsing and being abandoned are two different things. I'm not sure how you would go about un-cliche-ing the last line, but I think it's worth trying.

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:iconbornblitzed:
Always. :)

No, it wasn't intentional; but now that you've pointed it out, I like the effect. (The alterations in the second stanza came about when I decided to not use wind and window together. And the ramshackle dwelling came thisclose to being a decrepit dwelling instead.)

Thank you. I do like the sentiment, but I'm not completely sold on its expression; so that still might change.

Hmm. I don't really have an answer for this. Perhaps it might help to consider what the house stands for? (That it drops exactly six feet is meant as a clue.)

As always, I appreciate the effort you've put into your critique. :nod:

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:iconbornblitzed:
:hug: Thank you, for both the kind words and the :+fav:.

(Perhaps not; I just wanted to clarify that it's not about an old man hiding out in a condemned building, as the photo might lead one to believe.)

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:iconbeyondweird:
Love it.

My drama exam is actually being based around Alzheimers at the moment, so I think I'll show this to one of the members of my group, it's fairly similar to a few ideas we're going to be using.

It's very...ah, I can't think of the word - it makes you follow the deterioration as you read it, if you know what I mean?

Anyway. I like it :) xxx

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