Robert CJ Graves is from Kansas. Can’t you tell that by the way he insistently takes us to Oz and back in his poems (Queen Learjet, The God of Apathy, Look for Jack Buddha, No Swimming)? This poem does not disappoint. It skims us through the arc of a relationship, just sketching the story, allowing the telling details to speak for themselves.
Green House
By Robert CJ Graves
We started from scratch:
a light on
in the kitchen,
a peeking crack
in the door,
phony flowers
in Xs on the floor,
the gas on.
We painted trees
all over the walls,
clouds on the ceilings.
And put our stories
in the oven.
This is wonderful.
I love the whimsy of this short, but powerful poem.
Hi, Robert. Good work, as usual.I love the last two lines.
Thank you for your comments. 🙂 I really do love to get feedback from my fellow poets and poetry lovers.
Best wishes, and happy writing!
I loved your wonderful poem. Sort of took me back to our first apartment 3 flights up and new love with new husband just beginning to practice law. A beautiful story baked in the oven and stays in my heart. Thanks,Robert.