Sunday, August 11, 2013

Probate Sale--By Jack Clubb--United States

Probate Sale

I walk through the house with sunglasses on,
Looking at all the things we used to love.
Through the window, I see the rolling lawn
And the two old chairs that have gone to rust.
The ornamental wall lamps with glass shades,
The mantel, the couch with its funny lumps,
The hassock you covered with dark green suede,
The kitchen table where we ate our lunch,
I am still haunted by this house we loved;
There are memories here I will never leave;
Even with dark glasses I see too much;
Perhaps part of me will always grieve.
And forever on those two rusty chairs
Two sad, ghostly figures will sit and stare.

Jack Clubb has had short stories published in publications such as Black Creek Review, Coffee-Ground Breakfast, The Magic of Words, Northern Stars, Opinion Magazine, Rockford Review, Sunrise, The Taylor Trust, and Voices From The Valley. He has also had several hundred poems published in the United States, the United Kingdom, and India. Jack is grateful every time an editor gives one of his poems an opportunity to sing or gives him the opportunity to tell a story as he writes feverishly from his century-old house at the foot of the Silver Lake Hills in Los Angeles.


  1. Thank you, Helen Dowd, for the following comment--

    This is a sad, but wonderful poem, leaving one grieving with the author. It is all too reminiscent of the places loved ones have once lived and loved, but have now left. Thanks to you Jack, for sharing. I live in Canada...Blessings, Helen

  2. very touching. i have enjoyed relating to the experience in this composition, leaving a home behind is difficult. well phrased and just the right length. a well observed poem with feeling. i love it. kind regards, ralph.

  3. Sad indeed, but written with truly a loving heart. Wonderful!

    Rhoda Galgiani

  4. Thank you, Connie Marcum Wong, for the following comment--

    Jack, I love the emotion this poem brought out in me.
    Outstanding imagery and superb ending too! Mahalo, Connie

  5. Thank you, John Williams, for the following comment--

    Jack, I often do the same thing, look at what I accumulated and wonder where it will go when I am gone... Not that we can control this exactly even with a will But still we hope things will go where we intended. Jack, these comments may not be what you're referring to. But I suppose whether they do or not we will both probably get all the pleasure out of things before we cross over to better and greater things. Your work has bee part of my life for many years, and I always read it with interest and enjoyment. Call soon.