Lilt of tilt, askew, awry

flyingfish

 

The old shed sits askew on rollicking wavy hills.
Rocked and rolled to tilt askew
by time and wind relentless.
It sits compliant, defiant, wrinkled awry,
cantankerous and shameless,
knowing it won't be pulled done soon.
For in old age, you expect an awry lean out of kilter.
The warm patina of old age is cherished,
revered, and conserved as irreplaceable.
The lilt of tilt comes without saying, 
and awry is not out of place.

  • Author: John Richard Anderson (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 2nd, 2021 00:10
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Eugene S.

    Extremely relatable...👍

    • flyingfish

      Thanks for your comment. Cheers

    • Doggerel Dave

      There are certainly some weathered tattered old buildings in this wide brown land, John. And I vote with you when it comes to the cherished warm patina of old age.
      Enjoyed that write very much.

      • flyingfish

        Yes so true! Cheers



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