Monday, April 2, 2012

Hoarder (Triolet)

A hoarder lived across the street,
I didn’t know it until he died.
His fence was made of solid concrete,
a hoarder lived across the street.
We never had the chance to meet,
but I wonder what his life was like.
A hoarder lived across the street,
I didn’t know it until he died.

6 comments:

Peggy said...

I have to go look up triolet again. I assume this is someone you knew. It would be a lonely life.

Mary Mansfield said...

a solid triolet!

Mary said...

Yikes, I have never known a real hoarder!

Victoria said...

Life behind walls of concrete surrounded by stuff does sound lonely and desperate. Your repetition sounds like walls- good choice.

Judy Roney said...

This is about a man who lived across the street from the house we were purchasing. By the time we were moving in, the man died. Still they are carrying things from his home and are gutting the place.

Lynne said...

Such a sad poem, Judy, poor man...