Good story for a movie…..

The house was torn down about 10 yrs ago. The funniest person I saw go in and out looked like Colonel Sanders with the white hair and clothes.
The real house had about 8 girls not related. Most were also street hookers.

I agree this could be done as a movie. Good write

Paula, this is such a great story. Would make a perfect screenplay for a movie, I agree with the others. Actions packed, and uninhibited story telling. The plot unfolds with lots of surprises.

John

Sounds rough and sad to me at the same time.

Well now, Benjamin 🍷

Here, in this gobsmacking piece, is the exact point of issue I was making when you mentioned being “an undisciplined Free Verse poet” … there’s nothing about this poem but an excellent use of skillful poetic devices to command the reader to halt, proceed, imagine, and “feel” every moment, twist, turn, and diversion into your wondrously rendered world of abstract, mind-bending ambiguation, and I say this while sitting here bulge-eyed and jaw-dropped, not only from your phantasmagorical diction of verbosity, but how you’ve used white-space to create mood and imagery, while capturing and holding your readers’ spellbound attention.

Sheesh, M’Friend, it’ll take awhile to shake this one from my consciousness!
Good, really GOOD stuff, Syr Poet! Thanks for the rare experience! ⁓ Richard🖌

Powerful work. I felt this to the core of me.

This is a very beautiful work, my friend. I love your, “unruly midnight moon,” and there are so many other lines that touched me deeply; if I tried to mention them here I might as well write every line.

Someone told me that to describe the feelings within shadow was a testament to writing good poetry. I don’t know about that, but I admit, I love this poem, the flow of it, and that you saw and felt it is warmly appreciated. I knew an artist friend who drew scenes in pencil. She had one piece, a landscape, done in black pencil that I swear when you looked at it deeply, you could see blue streaks flow in it. Some of that experience of seeing this piece of art is what I tried to capture in this poem and where that line: “…kaleidoscope of greys” came from.

Mary, thank you, your visits and comments mean a lot to me.

FlatDaddy, it thrills me that you were touched by this poem. You might be surprised to know that unruly moon gets really rambunctious at midnight. Then again, we are the same age, so you probably know all about unruly moons. At any rate I truly welcome your visit and thanks for a great comment (and message).

I feel this piece. Nice

I hear that man. Cool write.