It lay
abandoned and forlorn
Dust balls
playing tag
And cockroaches
tripped
The dark
fantastic in
Dancing scurrying
feet
Eerie laughter
echoed
In
whispering drafts
That seeped
through
Gaps in windows
Warped and
aged
And floor
boards eased
Their creaking
joints
In sagging fitful
repose
And remembered
happier days
When they were taunt and tight
The doors
that closed
Modesty to
guard and
Whispered secrets
to hold
Now immodest
frames
Hang limp
and loose
When I
walked past
This
morning
The home
was gone
Mausoleum
of memories
Replaced by
patch of sand
As always this is a poem that speaks to me. I have nominated you for the Sunshine Award. Please visit my blog (yourcoffeenews) for all the information,it really is a journey of discovery that one walks with you day by day. WD
ReplyDeleteThank you J.R. I really appreciate your kindness. Will get the information from your blog. Thanks again. David
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