May 13, 2026

Poetry

By Tony Brown

One house.

One room —
a laugh riot, a chuckle,
a wry smile.

One room —
candles, weeping,
darkest night in its corners.

One room —
sunlight, so much of it!
Birds zing by windows.

One house.

Every room —
does not matter.
Each contains prayer.

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onward,
T


About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown
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