@wakeupkitty 23 March 2024 more from that month

Her House *Is it possible to write a poem about 'her house' or at least some rhyme? Let's give it a try. I have no story in mind.* Her house  Is not in the middle of the street  Indeed,  Her house  Is at the end of the road  At the end of the world  Not a single soul  Will pay her a visit.  Could be they forgot  About her  Her house  Is that why no one knows  If she's still alive And label the house  Her house  For a haunted place?  She died, said the postman  I'm sure  Her house  Well, she is no longer Alive Her house  It's the sarcophagi of the one  Who passed away long ago  Before I visited it Her house  With a letter from abroad  I rang  No one answered  The door of  Her house Remained closed  The roses covered  That house  From head to toe.  Was it true I would like to know  Why not go over That house  A place once loved, cherished  Her house  Now left and abandoned  Why? I drove the road till the end  The sun shone  Roses bloomed I noticed an open window.  Come in young man, A friendly voice invited It was the sound of an angel's voice I didn't hesitate The door of  Her house  Opened I stepped inside A delicious smell Welcomed me  There you are, she said And smiled The house  And I waited for you  Finally, you are here  I felt I found my destiny in  Her house  The house That closed behind me. The answer is: It is possible and if I can do it you can do to. It always surprises me what the mind comes up with. Give free writing a try it relieves and is good for the soul just like writing (creative) diaries. Happy writing to all!