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
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Author:
WL (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 12th, 2017 21:46
- Comment from author about the poem: Homage to another time with painting
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Comments4
this is stunning. I look forward to more.
Thanks Kevin nice of you to comment
Try to hear the fading echo. Like the last stanza.
Exactly ,thanks
You do have a way with words, WL. I find your poem incredible, well written, with so much meaning. Thank you.
Thanks Fred , I appreciate your comment
Wonderful write. I always wonder what stories old building could tell.
Superb painting as well.
Thanks much, a lot of places have stories wanting to be told
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