The Organic Architect

[Liar]

Never mind me. I'm just storing this piece here until I know what to do with it.

If you have any suggestions, please let me know.


The Organic Architect

Nobody really dug the first shovel load.
The house just grew,
adding rooms to room
new voices, toddlers turning teenage
in the blink of an eye.

Adding new wings to house
the once roaming.
Her mother, his sister,
and the one who had loved them both
and kept buying roses
like a gentleman should.

From cottage to village,
garage, patio, playground,
sprouted from the stem
in the span it takes
to grow a giant,

and acorns on the outer limbs
fell off, one by one.
Some into soil, to sprout
in cities near and countries far
and always, almost always,
coming back for Christmas.

Others into dirt, to rest there,
leaving chairs empty.

Nobody ever held blueprints
and bold ideas.
The house just grew
to what it ought to be.
Until now, when a cottage that grew
into a castle can’t unbuild itself,
can’t unhammer nails,
or unraise walls.

Inhaling photographs
and counting the days that went,
he and she rest at the heart
of the monument they planted.

Cradled by construction,
the contour of a story
no calculated construction
could ever tell.

 

[bluerains]

just luv this use of words...and the cottage..small unassuming and real...how simple and yet...how few see..lovely liar...you are always an inspiring soul...

Never mind me. I'm just storing this piece here until I know what to do with it.

If you have any suggestions, please let me know.


The Organic Architect

Nobody really dug the first shovel load.
The house just grew,
adding rooms to room
new voices, toddlers turning teenage
in the blink of an eye.

Adding new wings to house
the once roaming.
Her mother, his sister,
and the one who had loved them both
and kept buying roses
like a gentleman should.

From cottage to village,
garage, patio, playground,
sprouted from the stem
in the span it takes
to grow a giant,

and acorns on the outer limbs
fell off, one by one.
Some into soil, to sprout
in cities near and countries far
and always, almost always,
coming back for Christmas.

Others into dirt, to rest there,
leaving chairs empty.

Nobody ever held blueprints
and bold ideas.
The house just grew
to what it ought to be.
Until now, when a cottage that grew
into a castle can’t unbuild itself,
can’t unhammer nails,
or unraise walls.

Inhaling photographs
and counting the days that went,
he and she rest at the heart
of the monument they planted.

Cradled by construction,
the contour of a story
no calculated construction
could ever tell.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Never mind me. I'm just storing this piece here until I know what to do with it.

If you have any suggestions, please let me know.


The Organic Architect

Nobody really dug the first shovel load.
The house just grew,
adding rooms to room
new voices, toddlers turning teenage
in the blink of an eye.

Adding new wings to house
the once roaming.
Her mother, his sister,
and the one who had loved them both
and kept buying roses
like a gentleman should.

From cottage to village,
garage, patio, playground,
sprouted from the stem
in the span it takes
to grow a giant,

and acorns on the outer limbs
fell off, one by one.
Some into soil, to sprout
in cities near and countries far
and always, almost always,
coming back for Christmas.

Others into dirt, to rest there,
leaving chairs empty.

Nobody ever held blueprints
and bold ideas.
The house just grew
to what it ought to be.
Until now, when a cottage that grew
into a castle can’t unbuild itself,
can’t unhammer nails,
or unraise walls.

Inhaling photographs
and counting the days that went,
he and she rest at the heart
of the monument they planted.

Cradled by construction,
the contour of a story
no calculated construction
could ever tell.

uh!!!!!!!!!!

a tree?

(I just love guessing poems meanings)

 

[Liar]

uh!!!!!!!!!!

a tree?

(I just love guessing poems meanings)

Huh. I thought this one wasn't all that difficult. A bit crowded in terms of mixed metaphors, but it is about exactly what it initially says it is about.

A house. That grew.

Anyway, a rewrite is in the pipeline. So don't butt your head against this version too much.

 

[sandspike]

I like IT

If I had read this without a name beside it you wouldn't of been on my
list. Maybe why you're unsure of what to do with it. I love the message
and the little puzzles that paint a lovely picture. It would make a great
eulogy if I came from a larger family. You're the architect so you know
lit. is more of an ass fault parking lot than the reality in this poem.
Does AARP take poetry? Somewhere in the real world a family wants
to say what you have written.

 

[BooMerengue]

Never mind me. I'm just storing this piece here until I know what to do with it.

If you have any suggestions, please let me know.


The Organic Architect

Nobody really dug the first shovel load.
The house just grew,
adding rooms to room
new voices, toddlers turning teenage
in the blink of an eye.

Adding new wings to house
the once roaming.
Her mother, his sister,
and the one who had loved them both
and kept buying roses
like a gentleman should.

From cottage to village,
garage, patio, playground,
sprouted from the stem
in the span it takes
to grow a giant,

and acorns on the outer limbs
fell off, one by one.
Some into soil, to sprout
in cities near and countries far
and always, almost always,
coming back for Christmas.

Others into dirt, to rest there,
leaving chairs empty.

Nobody ever held blueprints
and bold ideas.
The house just grew
to what it ought to be.
Until now, when a cottage that grew
into a castle can’t unbuild itself,
can’t unhammer nails,
or unraise walls.

Inhaling photographs
and counting the days that went,
he and she rest at the heart
of the monument they planted.

Cradled by construction,
the contour of a story
no calculated construction
could ever tell.

Liar, I think this is wonderful. I have lived in old houses like this one and your description is dead on. Only one fluke jumps out at me. I stumbled over the highlighted lines only because of the punctuation. Is there another way you could rephrase that part? Otherwise I think it's perfect.