The silent house
Speaks to me
Ticking clock
Of times gone by
Empty rooms
Of voids in the past
Humming fridge
Of magnetic memories
Creaking walls
Of changes anon
Chattering birds
Of apt words
Restless budgie
Of caged emotions
Still air
Of the growth of peace
Motionless doors
Of my turn to move, and unlock
- Author: jo ( Offline)
- Published: September 7th, 2021 03:38
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 29
Comments4
someone moving-in or are you moving out, either way I think you captured that uncertainty which accompanies any new beginning or chapter of our lives, really well
thanks for sharing
thank you for your generous comment 🙂
It speaks of loneliness jo cheer up
Thanks for your care. It's not a recent write.
A great poem full of deep mystery..
Thank you. Glad you like it, Floreann.
Absolutely LOVE it!!
Thanks so much. 🙂 🙂
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