Blowing in the wind, alone, with
broken hinges of torn shutters
battern and worn, faded paint
showing where barley once had
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I can relate to this. A host of feelings rushed on me when the house I lived in for more than fifty years was sold. Every corner had a memory to be relived, even the worn out gate had a story to tell, the cracked patio tiles marked years of birthfday parties, the rusted balustrade evoked past elegance...it was the passing of glorious times into who knows what. Soulful write.
Yes so true the perspective even a house needs people to inhabit it hopefully with love. Great piece.
yes; we normally find nobody to 'chase or purchase oldness'... good poem built on nostalgic truthful words...10
Bonnie this is beautiful... I know that house will have a home again...I felt so much peace while reading it.. I've been reading a lot of poems and got nothing till I read this one, as always your poetry is the special poetry that makes me feel so much peace in my heart... thank you Bonnie, for creating and sharing this.. your are amazing :) Love, ana
A most beautiful and nostalgic write Bonnie, marvellous imagery. Love, Andrew xx
I really like your poem, am looking forward to reading the others :)
I totally see where you're coming from.. that is very true. it also is a great metaphor for lost friendships and dependency upon one..
I had never thought that a neglected house could be so sad. You put a new perspective on loneliness. I am glad that Nora recommended I read this poem. It is first rate poetry.