Lean into the wind Old Barn,
Passed the rust-barbed wire,
Across the ice field,
Deep in the valley,
In the shadows of the Rockies.
Black bones bare,
The seasons’ scars,
Fresh as yesterday,
Beneath the cold sun,
The door’s heart swings uncontrolled.
Snow piles like memories,
Bending the side,
That has lost its strength,
To fight, to surrender, to succumb,
To a single snowflake.
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Author:
Nebnaod (
Offline) - Published: May 23rd, 2022 23:37
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Such a beautiful poem that harps on memories and the past. Nostalgic! The experiences the barn had gone through. A well written piece Nebnaod!
Thank you.
fantastic metaphors
that surgically impose your imagery
into slices, taken from our own
everyday, reality..
a work, penned
by a most talented poetic mind..
this is a brilliant poem, thanks for sharing
(I read and learn)
Thank you.
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