Old Sunlight
Time it did
For sure
Stand still there
Mirrors cracked
Dead flowers on the
Window sill there
Old sunlight
Straining through
Torn nets there
A single dust mote
Pirouettes
Then dies there
The same old photos
With yellow
And frayed edges
Save long forgotten
Smiles and blushes
A champagne flute
With broken stem there
Empty jam jars
Drowned paint brushes
In the grate
Cold long dead ashes
Do we really want
To go back there
A simple question
Begging answers
Old sunlight on still
Mantle-clock there
Falters
Yes time it does
For sure
Stand still there
Moments locked away
Not yet forgot there
Grateful to old sunlight
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Author:
Neville (
Offline) - Published: December 23rd, 2018 03:25
- Comment from author about the poem: good and bad.. where would we be without them eh
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Comments5
I could see this as I read it - Most of us will recall scenes such as this.
Damn, wish I could charge you all now... cheers sir
Oops sent without commenting lol. Thoroughly enjoyed. Glad I joined this website as there are some talented poets here. Well done.
thank you Simon, and I hope you will be happy here..
A good write N.
thank you orchidee
Such a visual write, I too was there seeing this.
seems there was a whole flock of ya my friend... many thank you's & seasonal best regards, N
Not yet locked away those sun-dappled moments that stand there in old houses amid dust and decay - so glad I caught this one mon amii - just love the slow flow of your pen on the canvas as it draws scenes of still life for those who love past things. First class writing again.
What a lovely find this mane....How very kind of you Fay and much appreciated too.... Neville
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