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Author Name: Freependeriki 2 Comments
Date Added: August 14, 2011 12:08:07 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Old House
Cracked ceilings stare at blank damp walls
Patterns of plaster...shrivelled...hanging limp
by dusty silken cobweb threads
discoloured and dried
In time to fall...at odd moments
Patchworks on the floorboards
A sound shatters the stillness
Startling the stillness of it's gaunt tomb
where in unused hallways hang chandeliers
that once coruscated light but now...
glitter no more

Desolate and empty space
pervading the shadows of age...uninhibited
The old house...cradle of love and life
decays to ruin
Falling to death through traverse of years
Many winter moons have waned
since life stalked these rooms

The last denizen...an aged widow
ran her course of life here
She...the last soul
Alone and lonely...awaiting the cloak of eternity
Friends called in her younger days
Days passing in a whirl of life
Laughter and talk...the food of love
Fires ablaze through the darkened times
beacons to the family core
Flame shadows on papered walls
danced to the musics of life
In lighted days the sunlight sheened
and breezes with the scents of wildness
flowed through airy rooms

Then time
the master of all
left a mark
Age claiming happiness
Grandchildren who came on holidays
growing to stifled adulthood
Other pleasures borrowed time
The old woman...and a once proud house
left behind to die
That was a time of long ago
Forgotten now
even memories have departed
Nature by it's stealth of life
aiding decay
The heart now laid to deathly peace
This once proud and regal house
slowly dies it's death


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Comments:
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on August 14, 2011 06:23:24 PM Report


Through my travels in life I have photographed many old house...wondering what kind of life

or the familys that lived there through the years...

Once again another brilliant poem to think about!!

Comment By: FreeTomahawk on August 14, 2011 01:23:51 PM Report
Wow! This reminds me of something so simalar, it's incredible. Was this your old house, Tom?




 


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