Time knows no beginning or end
Old Buildings wave and wend,
And the words live on in the wind...
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Nothing like driving through the country and stopping to look at old barns and farmhouses. Thank you for taking me there again. :)
Thanks for your comments, Neal. Looking forward to reading more of your work!
Beautifully written, its worded lyrically songlike in its density, some people think poetry is about rhyming, but its not, the best poets evoke moods and scenes of power with their words, this is one of them. I always felt that buildings develop personalities based on the people who inhabit them, that ghosts are the souls of the brick and mortar made conscious. This is true poetry every word is perfect, like a piece of art.
Thanks Kevin; I value your critique! I had to redo this poem a little to put it in form for an e-book t. Dr. Fabrizio Frosini is editing. I've done 3 previous ebooks with him and this one will appear in a Free-Style Poetry book. My Dad was a carpenter, my husband does carpentry, and I grew up with sawdust and the smell of new lumber in my brain, so buildings mean a lot to me!
I apologize. We've had a heat wave here and it has been driving me out of the house to seek coolness. I am glad that today is cool because I wanted to read this poem and take the time to absolutely wallow in its words and images and tones. You are an awesome writer. You treasure words and spend them wisely and precisely. You use them like oil paints- blending them on your palette in special magical ways. I try to pick out a favorite line and I end up with every single line in this poem being my favorite which to me means that you do not slop out excess words and lines- you have kept your lines lean and sharp, not blurry and muddled..I am enamored of poems that can and do repeat the first stanza in the last stanza- it rounds the poetic experience for me. I have gotten excited over several poets on this site- -but I think you may very well be the brightest star in PoemHunter's sky. Absolutely stunning and as perfect as a human being can write. Dang, I wish this was mine! ! ! ! If other poetry receives 10's, then this one deserves a 10000000000000000000000000000+.
I apologize. We've had a heat wave here and it has been driving me out of the house to seek coolness. I am glad that today is cool because I wanted to read this poem and take the time to absolutely wallow in its words and images and tones. You are an awesome writer. You treasure words and spend them wisely and precisely. You use them like oil paints- blending them on your palette in special magical ways. I try to pick out a favorite line and I end up with every single line in this poem being my favorite which to me means that you do not slop out excess words and lines- you have kept your lines lean and sharp, not blurry and muddled. .I am enamored of poems that can and do repeat the first stanza in the last stanza- it rounds the poetic experience for me. I have gotten excited over several poets on this site- -but I think you may very well be the brightest star in PoemHunter's sky. Absolutely stunning and as perfect as a human being can write. Dang, I wish this was mine! ! ! ! If other poetry receives 10's, then this one deserves a 10000000000000000000000000000+.
Wonderful theme to write on. I like the way poet gives a value to past things. Well deserved positioning. Congrats. X
Beautiful poem. Enjoyed again. Congratulations for being chosen for poem of the day.
A lovely poem Marianne that evokes that strong melancholic atmosphere we often find in old buildings. Well done.
Old house speaks of the past, loving, thanks for sharing.
I love old buildings and this poem. I live in a 160 yr old church that I helped to restore.
Kelly, would love to see it! My Dad was a carpenter and I was born with the smell of sawdust in my head. Marianne
there is so much truth in this poem indeed old building harbor the past which the echos of past occupants have sunk into their very fabric. You express this theme so well like a painting in oils it vibrates with colour and vivacity Great piece
Old buildings have lots of character, and you have expressed it well here. Congratulations on having this poem selected as member poem of the day!
Such a lovely poem; indeed, old buildings speak with words that Time forgot...congrats on being poet of the day!
Echoes of past heard through an artistic heart with fondness and sensitivity. Loved your poem. I visited your web site too. Beautiful work of art you have there. Thank you for sharing.
The same stanza frames the poem appropriately because repetition is the theme of your poem: each of the scenes you PAINT in the four enclosed stanzas is a different OLD BUILDING but what goes on in it is repeated again and again. In fact, witnessing such repetition is another way of keeping time, of measuring not changes over time but persistence through time. Just as we both change and persist: our bodies age and dcay but our thoughts and loves persist. There are such depths in your poem which thinking about it brings to the surface of consciousness.
You got it Daniel, as usual! Persistence is the answer and we know all about that. Love your work also! Marianne
Time knows no beginning or end, Old Buildings wave and wnd, And the Words live on in the Wind... yes thank God that the old buildings have no tongues. or else they would have spoken up sooooooo much. positive and negative. you are a philosopher, a thinker and an artist. thank you for this wonderful poem. tony
If your art is like your poetry, I can't wait to explore. What a beautiful write about timelessness, memories, and the buildings that house our lives. Lovely! ! Again, loving your art.
again, Pamela, thanks so much for your time and attention and good comments! I'll check out your work next
What a wonderful experience to read this poem. Like a nostalgic flipping through black-and-white pictures.