WL Schuett

Broken Shutters

old chipped paint 

a porch in a state or disrepair 

broken shutters 

under the window an old rockin chair 


a thousand conversations 

faded echoes lost in dusty old wood 

mason jars ,old milk bottles 

in the shade from where a fallen tree stood 


previous souls 

who tried to change what 

could not be changed 

on a porch with broken shutters 

and soulful voices lost and rearranged 


voices out out of mind 

distant in the fabric of time 

drunken on the fruits of misbelief 

and abandoned vines of summertime 


age old hymms 

sung on the porch in memorian dust 

gardens of flowers picked in another age 

with leafless trees 

and shrouds caked in rust 


broken Shutters 

tossed in a pond of floating flowers 

where praying angels wade 

where timeless voices echo 

in sorrowful, soulless, treeless shade 





  • kevin browne

    this is stunning. I look forward to more.

    • WL Schuett

      Thanks Kevin nice of you to comment

    • myself and me

      Try to hear the fading echo. Like the last stanza.

      • WL Schuett

        Exactly ,thanks

      • FredPeyer

        You do have a way with words, WL. I find your poem incredible, well written, with so much meaning. Thank you.

        • WL Schuett

          Thanks Fred , I appreciate your comment

        • Goldfinch60

          Wonderful write. I always wonder what stories old building could tell.
          Superb painting as well.

          • WL Schuett

            Thanks much, a lot of places have stories wanting to be told

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