I was once new and stately,
uncracked,
unbent,
unchipped.
My adornments were
admired,
spoken of,
pointed out.
I lead to a house that was
the envy of the
neighborhood.
Now my house stands
empty.
Winter has broken my
back.
Life oozes though the cracks
separating,
lifting,
eroding.
Once a home for bustle and hurry,
Once a welcoming spot for friendly visits.
My only occupant now, a wary cat,
as abandoned as I am.
9 comments:
I love this!!!
Thanks so much for the comment on my motivation page. I need to do more of these kind of pages to remind me of what I want to accomplish.
This piece was so bittersweet, so moving. The lines led brilliantly to that final thought, the abandonment. What a haunting piece of writing! Thank you!
I love your words and the picture. Thanks for visiting my blog today!
Beautiful, yet bittersweet poem; lovely photo.
As I get older I am no longer bedazzled by packaging. If the walls and stairs could talk. The sadness of unfulfilled dreams, and one wonders where the inhabitants are today. Maybe they were lucky enough to get what they needed from that home, and then moved on.
I love the stairs, when you showed them to me yesterday, the first thing that came to mind was Machu Picchu. Keep clicking, Annie.
what a lovely photo and lovely words. How very nice.
What a lovely photo and what lovely words.
Look at you go! Poetry just pours from you! Thank you for generously sharing it !
By any chance, was this near Hill St/Spring Ave in Steubenville??
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