all houses are haunted...

this is the eleventh

of a series of poems by nooshin azadi

derived from drawings by rhoda penmarq

. all houses are haunted by the memories of the souls once living in them by the words spoken in each chamber by the footfalls shared with each step i hear them all each time i pass by  a house these sounds these voices can dry up the plants or make a barren tree bear fruit these sounds  these voices can brighten up the stars or turn the sun into a black hole these sounds these voices can make you pause to listen or cause you to hurry on to forget all houses are haunted by the memories of the souls once living in them by the words spoken in each chamber by the footfalls shared with each step i hear them all as i carry this small house  in my chest find me along a path with thriving trees and shining stars then will you stop  to listen to my pounding house? .