For building my thoughts
I have stumbled with bricks
too heavy for me to carry.
The words slip away
they are made of thick muck
not much concrete, more slurry.
On a rainy day
my poetry house
crumbles and falls in slow motion.
I shall not give up
till this language gives in
so I can construct with emotion.
😉
Ina 
Comments on: "My poetry house" (14)
well written..hope you will weave more creative poems in future.
Hi vidhya, thank you very much, I don’t think I can ever stop lol! 🙂
Oh what a lovely Poetry house Ina..this is just beautiful. 🙂
Hi Soma, thank you very much 🙂
Nice analogies here, Ina. I think poetry is a bit like building a house. Constructing with emotion is what you are good at.
Thank you very much David. Poems are brickwork! 🙂
An interesting, strong image – I like it a lot (except for one word that I’d change – but that’s irrelevant, a personal whim only; it’s your poem, your image, a good one and I enjoyed it).
Hi Nick, thank you very much. Please tell me what word you mean! 🙂
The word is ‘construct’ in the very last line. I’d put ‘build’ there instead, only because (to my mind) it gives a stronger, more fluid rhythm to the line that would round off the poem nicely. But that’s just me, and it’s a bit cheeky of me even to mention it – so I apologise for that.
I see your words standing alone above the storm.
🙂 I hope the roof will hold though!
Wonderful metaphor!!
Thank you Betty! 🙂
Yes, very strong and true metaphor here. Very relatable to any creative soul!