Saxon Crow

Mortar

The mortar is crumbling to dust
And this home I've lived in for so long is falling apart
Each room I've stepped in holds so many memories, happy and sad
Each creak of the floorboards
A symphony of life in motion
But the stairs are ready to topple now
So many times they've been trodden on
More recently so, with the weight of my burdens
That to trudge up them once more would bring the whole place crashing down
The view of the garden, once fertile and green
Is nothing but weeds choking what were once vibrant seeds
There is no life left here now
Just shadows and dust
Ghosts and what may have been
As I close the door one last time
I breathe deeply and step forward
So goes it with my heart

Comments14

  • Michael Edwards

    A sad but poignant read - super work SC.

    • Saxon Crow

      Damn it I was going for out going and uplifting! Thanks Mike

    • Goldfinch60

      Very good words SC. As you move away from those memories new ones will be created.

      Andy

    • dusk arising

      A well described feeling i know only too well on occasion.

    • Teddy.15

      A fabulous metaphors Sax, as long as you believe in yourself you can move forward and create what you wish in life, but you need strength. I know you have that.

    • orchidee

      You falling to bits? Will you be just a heap?! A fine write SC.

    • Eugene S.

      A poem of the ages, or should I say 'aged'? 👍

    • Thekkinkkattil

      Just don't say there is no life here.It seems to a very lived in house.With lots of memories

    • Doggerel Dave

      What now - tent? caravan? squat?
      No option? Renovation or detonation?
      Housing has been a problem for much of my life (until now), Sax - so I'm up for problem solving.... Got enough to eat and warm clothing?

      • Saxon Crow

        Definitely a boat.

      • Neil Higgins

        Wow.This is brilliant.A sad subject but so well put together SC

      • L. B. Mek

        'The mortar is crumbling to dust
        And this home I've lived in for so long is falling apart'

        'Each creak of the floorboards
        A symphony of life in motion
        But the stairs are ready to topple now
        So many times they've been trodden on'..
        yeah, I am there
        hovering on that same plank
        between, that next step
        and:
        'Just shadows and dust
        Ghosts and what may have been'
        so I try, to find a view to a future:
        'I breathe deeply and step forward
        So goes it with my heart'..
        (such a brilliantly, despairing voice
        you've inked alive
        for us to connect with and relate-to)
        thank you, dear poet

      • Jerry Reynolds

        Melancholy write, S.C.
        are dreams disposed of
        raging on the winds of time

      • Accidental Poet

        As one door closes, another door opens. Nicely penned Sax.

      • Neville


        there's just gotta be mortar life than sadness, misery, getting old, moving on and loosing things ............................. despite me liking todays offering and very much, I cannot put my finger on why exactly I found it so compelling or intriguing .................................... N 🙂

      • hotidris

        That's an excellent but sad poem about a mortar.



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