Locked behind dark storage shed doors
the smell of old rat urine
in gnawed paper shavings
swarming with silverfish
memory's graveyard of holes,
past emotions now bleached
in faded yellowing photos
cobwebs,
dust, roaches
and droppings
all that's left
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: November 15th, 2024 04:52
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, Cheeky Missy, Tristan Robert Lange, Cassie58
Comments14
Jagged edges of a page, so powerful and brilliant, your imagery brought me into see the paper shavings devoured by the rat. Beautifully done. 🌹 Your title is superb.
Thank you so much my friend for your review and most gracious words of support they are as always most welcome and appreciated
You sure got the edge over many of em .. You are also the only person other than me that I know, that has referenced silver fish (the kind I suspect you mean) in a poem ..
Thanks Neville couldn't help but think of that after cleaning out an old shed the other day and all the old memories like Jonah in the bellies or silverfish.
Like the story of my vagabond life- familiar odours and textures; what a capture!
Thank you I appreciate your reading it and your comments. They are always welcome.
Ahh, more menu ideas for KP! lol.
Thanks Orchi I appreciate it
BRAVO
Thank you so much, Tony. I appreciate the review.
You're welcome
Vivid and sharp imagery. Great work.
Thanks so much Thomas for the read and comment it is deeply valued
Wow, so brilliantly penned. All those nasties. I think I’ll just stay outside Soren. Very vivid imagery.
Thank you so much Cassie for your review and kind words they are most valued
Silverfish and rat urine! This poem is vivid in its descriptive imagery. This beautifully describes the our memories through the passage of time..."memory's graveyard of holes", my favorite line (though every line is brilliant). This is a cathartic write my friend! Well done! 🌹👏🖤❤️🖤
Thank you so much Tristan yes indeed you have seen the picture intended and it with all the others will fade in time.I appreciate the review and kind comments
Oh man, you can really throw down! Very refreshing!
I thank you so much for the review and kind words of support. They are most appreciated
It is so surprising what memories come to us when going through old things behind locked doors soren.
Andy
Thank you so much Andy your words of support serve as great incentive.
Impressed by your writing i admit !
You conveyed the emotions so well
Thank you so much. I appreciate your kind words of support. They mean a great deal.
Sounds like my shed.
Thanks it was mine. I appreciate the reading of the poem and your supportive remarks.
Always a pleasure.
wow, beautifully penned. i sometimes see these silver fish tumble out of old newspaper cuttings i had preserved long back, and can definitely identify the picture so well drawn out here.
brilliant imagery
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