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Sonnet: The View from the False Door

There is little to be
seen outside my door
which doesn’t open. I see
a shrub, wooden fence, and four

houses ranged close, paranoid
in their huddled, gap-toothed
yards with their backs avoid-
ing contact with me. Truth

to tell, we all avoid this backyard
meeting. Privacy fences are tall
sentries against each other’s hard
gazes from kitchen blinds that fall.

We meet each other in the way
we wave politely at the end of day.

Not my best effort, but it is an English sonnet, and I wrote it in response to this dVerse prompt.

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  1. January 11, 2014 at 7:57 pm

    Sometimes it feels most comfortable if one keeps one’s distance from one’s neighbors. I hear you on this!

  2. January 11, 2014 at 7:58 pm

    it’s sad when we live so close but avoid contact… in our old village we had very close and good contact with all the neighbors…but then..it was a village… a city is always different

  3. January 11, 2014 at 8:46 pm

    oy this is the way of the world these days…its a sad state…i miss sitting ont he porch and having the whole neighborhood come round…all the kids playing in the year…its not what is now though…

  4. January 11, 2014 at 10:08 pm

    We have become so paranoid. I have a neighbor who believes everyone’s out to steal something from her. It’s frustrating listening to her sometimes. Well done, your portrayal of it all.

  5. January 12, 2014 at 2:18 am

    To be able to see without noticing .. Such an important part of human life.. But if we are afraid we just raise the fences,..

  6. January 12, 2014 at 9:16 am

    Day’s end brings greetings….

  7. January 12, 2014 at 12:49 pm

    One wonders if good fences really do make good neighbors?

  8. January 12, 2014 at 6:18 pm

    First poem I’ve read about a view of so little or nothing…yet there is life teeming behind the fences and door and windows…great write!

  9. January 13, 2014 at 2:55 am

    It gets a bit like that these days…I think it’s sad but life seems to have changed with all the technology I suppose. Nice sonnet!

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