In the dusky light of an old shed,
faded rainbow ribbons sway gently,
hanging lost from rusty handlebars,
whispers of joy from once merry days.
Spider-webbed spokes loom silently,
and buckled trainer wheels remain still,
while shadows dance with afternoon dust,
to the rhythm of memories long past.
Above, sways a cage, empty and bare,
waiting for songs that never return,
beneath the watch of crumbling wood,
echoes of laughter linger like ghosts.
In the stillness, time seems to suspend,
like the world outside, so vibrant and bright,
lost in the corners where silence prevails,
as life breathes in spaces less traveled.
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Author:
gray0328 (
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Comments2
Memories and quite lovely ones brought to life in the dusky light of an old shed. Beautiful poetry and fine description. Much enjoyed.
Thank You Cassie, I always appreciate your feedback
A poem with haunting qualities life climbs from the shadows and emerges out of the dust. What we think we have put away lives on. Very well written
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