The boards creak and moan from time and poor carpentry
The nails , gripped by aged wood , have become crust collected and shrunken to form
The bare walls once displayed the smiling faces of past eons
But now they are only the faded remnants of square foundations of lives that once hung on the waII
The stairs complain like an old man from unsubstantiated fears
The second floor seems solid , only responding to the remarks of my shoes
The old bedroom , once the center of attraction , overlooks the buckled sidewalks and weed infested yards of a stree that now has no cars or people passing by
I stand in silence for the moment and the moment stands silent for me
And in that moment I lay in time's eternal graveyard in hopes of reviving dead dreams
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This really set the imagination working - another great write s.
Thank you Michael .
Beautifully portrayed, swingline! I felt like I was in that house with you. Great last line, the grave yard analogy.
Thank you Louis Gibbs for you outstanding comment .
I stand in silence for the moment and the moment stands silent for me....such an beautiful line...You are an wonderful writer line
Thank you Rajkumar for saying so . Thank you also for reading .
Could be a metaphor for,our aging bodies so full of fun in earlier years, now rusting and creaking. Created a visual. Love "the moment stands silent"
Thank you Agustus for reading and wonderful comment .
A fine write Swing. You reviving there now?! heehee.
Almost orchidee ! I still have one foot stuck in the grave . But I'll be free soon .
Super write, it was as though I was in the house with you.
Thank you so much Goldfinch60 .
Great atmosphere, I enjoy how you described the house almost as a living thing itself
Perhaps it was , thank you the hippie poet for reading .
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