Manor's Last House

Poem By Iwan Jaconiah

: a lovely dog

There is no smile at home
since you are not here.
Living without you, I am dying,
but life needs to continue for everyone.

Summer is here. I don't recognize
which path to the sea.
Sickness but not illness;
nobody knows life's destiny.

Love is like a candle,
sometimes I feel it, but often
it burns me during a long night.
Hope you were here again.

Day by day, I climb the tree
looking for you but nothing.
Closing the window,
let happiness be with us.

I open the door, a small grave
beside the garage only.
You were here; without
breathing and barking.

Now, autumn has come early.
I pick up leaves without a shadow;
walking to the valley, trying
to erase a memory.

Pemaculkata, September 4th,2020

Comments about Manor's Last House

Life is short, you write so well with lots of feeling.
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. very passionate write with strong emotions. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.


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