Standing before this old dilapidated house
Memories leap out from the moss grown crevices of my mind
Like snakes uncoiling, rather like bees swarming
Fragmented, scented and sour!
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A beautiful poem on a significant other who left precious memories of growing up with him. We can only treasure and value to these memories for they have become part of us. You said this so well in these verses: 'Though once I thought I had escaped The compulsions of the past Now I discern, I am still pinioned by it! As I stand before this house, my ears perk up For the lovely sounds this house once produced And pine for the love that once so luxuriously bloomed around! ' Thank you Valsa!
A beautiful poem on a significant other who left precious memories of growing up with him. We can only treasure and value to these memories for they have become part of us. You said this so well in these verses: 'Though once I thought I had escaped The compulsions of the past Now I discern, I am still pinioned by it! As I stand before this house, my ears perk up For the lovely sounds this house once produced And pine for the love that once so luxuriously bloomed around! ' Thank you Valsa!
Decaying structure, eroding old values, disintegrating joint family system and loneliness of a grand old figure- all in perfect sync with the theme of the poem. We cannot always dissociate from our past as you rightly observe...'I am still pinioned by it.' Enjoyed this lovely read, Valsa
Between the coordinate of time and existence and the course i mean a final course the virtue is left with us if we deserve lovely
All splendours are swept away with the wave of time and exists as reminiscence with us.A beautiful write.
His children got scattered far and wide They went to hoard fortunes abroad This is a problem of the world that has shrunk. Children get education and are encouraged to pursue their careers. One need not be abroad to be away from childhood home, one could well be in another state within the country. The price of pursuing a career is paid back in other ways. The poem gives a beautiful view point showing the realities. Thank you.
Wow. So Beautiful poem. You have added everything in sequence so beautifully, that I couldn't take my eyes from the poem. I read it twice. Each lines you have portrayed so well, I could feel each lines. Your poem took me back to my childhood memories. We too used to wait for stories to listen from our uncles..Loved reading it.
the poem woven in minutest details tugs heartstrings.
An emotional and impressive description that touches every heart having sweet memories of the past.
From the misty past floats faint and sweet memories of strains and calmness of a dilapidated house.....now standing silent far from the ways of men with no men......Valsa......so beautifully narrated with touching words..... a great piece with great reminiscence
Though once I thought I had escaped The compulsions of the past Now I discern, I am still pinioned by it! As I stand before this house, my ears perk up For the lovely sounds this house once produced And pine for the love that once so luxuriously bloomed around! .........so touching and true. A beautiful poem so nicely executed. Thanks for sharing.10