Rett

Nov 19, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Resignation

Resignation

I listen to the ticking clock
That hangs upon the wall,
But the silence in this house
Is the loudest sound of all.
I look down at the stains
Of teardrops on the floor,
Then I slowly walk outside
And close that lonely door.

Nothing is quite so empty
As a house where love has been,
And for some unknown reason
That love has reached the end.
Where once the love and laughter
Went bouncing off the walls,
The only sound, my footsteps
That echo, hollow in the hall.

I slowly place the For Sale sign
In the grass where children played,
And I think about the memories
That's in each and every blade.
The backyard barbecues we had
Now lost within the past,
Just one more look before I leave,
Resigned to it at last...

— Rett, Nov 19, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Southern Texas, USA

Favorite Poets: Dickenson, Longfellow

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Critiques

Sam Vargo

17 years 6 months ago

Good poem -

There's a lot of substance here. Your writing has a nice edge to it - it's a hard reality but under a lot of your work is some deep meaning. It's not quite cynical and detached like a lot of the poetry that's being written today. It's just sort of like a good old Southerner's philosophy on things. Keep at it!!!

Rett

17 years 6 months ago

Thanks Sam

You are right there. I cannot write from a detached point of view. No matter if I am writing a fictional piece or humor or whatever a little piece of my soul goes into it. Hard lessons learned and a bit of the romantic all go hand in hand. Thank you very much for letting me know that it comes through. I appreciate it greatly. Respectfully, Rett: "Did you ever notice that the politicians who want to ban gun ownership are the very ones that should be shot anyway?" Rett: 2008

tbeaudet

17 years 6 months ago

Rett, another fantastic one

I recently went and saw the house where I grew up. Out of nothing but nose-trouble, I had a realtor friend of mine get me in when I saw it was for sale and I brought my folks. Very strange, lots of memories, but not the same. I was eerily disappointed. Life is like a novel, and it has many chapters. Thanks for sharing a few pages with us. Excellent poem my friend. Tom

Rett

17 years 6 months ago

Thank you Tom

I know the feeling. It is sad and the old saying about not going home again is real. Home isn't there anymore. Respectfully, Rett: "Did you ever notice that the politicians who want to ban gun ownership are the very ones that should be shot anyway?" Rett: 2008

orgami

17 years 6 months ago

haunted bungalow

lost a house years ago an old fifties bungalow huge and rambling on a corner lot we put so much money into it with freinds help it had been untouched wild trees hedges shrubs old plastic on the windows never been painted inside for years and years and outside we made it a home with basement tenants cut down trees etc our first and only child grew up there and my ex and I drifted apart and the house was left vacant in the summer fall i lived in it no food nothing except a bed and a couch the bank just left me alone left the water hydro connected after we went bankrupt the lawn grew eighteen inchs wild i lost fifty six pounds yes all the memories i have a photo of it and my dads house where i was raised i still dream of these places at night Mr Rett you are a great writer I can feel your words your expressions and observations and it all brought this back to me today sadly though but thats the great joy of poetry emotional wealth Today the house is loved and was or is owned by one of my moms aunts My mom loved the house someone fixed it up more after we left we lived across the road practically in an apartment building after we split up My ex in the apartment just down the hall on the second floor more stories on this later thank you again sir for your wonderful poem

Rett

17 years 6 months ago

Sounds like you know

exactly how it is my friend. There is nothing quite so lonely and sad as a house where love has gone from it. Respectfully, Rett: "Did you ever notice that the politicians who want to ban gun ownership are the very ones that should be shot anyway?" Rett: 2008

Long ago, but it is always sad. Glad you enjoyed it my friend! Respectfully, Rett: "A man convinced against his will, is of the same mind still" Unknown

Janice Pearce

17 years 6 months ago

Resignation

With each and every line I could feel what you were experiencing. Great write here Rett! _____________________________ To write a touching poem, you must gently stir the soul, if it brings forth tears or smiles, then the story was beautifully told. ________Janice Pearce_________

Rett

17 years 6 months ago

Thank you Janice

Must be the exposure to all the good poets here! I appreciate it my friend. Respectfully, Rett: "A man convinced against his will, is of the same mind still" Unknown

kountrygal55

17 years 6 months ago

Cuts deep right to the heart

I love your writing. I am new to this site but can already tell I am going to enjoy being a part. The words and meaning behind the words paint the picture in your mind. like saying goodbye to a old friend. look forward to reading more.

Mason King

17 years 6 months ago

A Splendid Piece Rett, love

A Splendid Piece Rett, love how reminiscent it is, looking at the past with both sorrow and Joy, Verse 1 and 3 rocked, the middle verse deviated slightly from the rhythm scheme, but I assume that was a conscious decision on your part. Bravo. M