A Ruined Place Poem, by Thomasine Dye, at My poetic side

I see a ruined place-

Abandoned by lost love

Claimed by wayward vines

For no one goes there;

Save for Death

Who leaves pictures of beauty

So the ruins may yet dream

Dreams of far off places

Dreams of accepting faces

A spirit rests restlessly there

A mute specter in the night

They spectate the dead wind

Traveling through the withered windows

As they play their desolate song

Singing silently they long

For forlorn fog to cover their blighted body

Because they can not stand the sight

So they stand sorrowfully in soliloquy

Always speaking alone to no one

Speaking of meaningless things

They hope to deny thinking

And to forget how to see

For there are terrible undoings

They cannot bear to repeat

Comments +

tallisman June 2nd, 2022 01:38
Hello, really good, word play brings out a description that belies the length of the poem, if that makes sense! Minimum words, maximum effect! I keep rereading it!! Thanks for sharing….
L. B. Mek June 2nd, 2022 04:20
such a vivid portrayal
of those dark corners in all our minds..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Amon June 2nd, 2022 05:36
I once spent some time there, or somewhere similar, and I'm taken back there in memories, it sucks

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