No one's Home
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Complex Simplicity of Art, ! 100% !, ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, All Around the Styles, Beginner's Expressions, Bits and Pieces , Country Bumpkin, Creative, Talented, and Unknown, Dilapidated Buildings, Everyday Life, Farms and Countryside, Live, Love, Dream: May you have a Blessed Christmas Season , Mysteries of the Common(2 per day), Old & Rusty, Ruins, Ancient and Derelict Buildings, Rural Around The Globe, Rusty, Crusty and Falling to Bits - 2 Per 24 Hours, Safe Haven, Shameless Self-Promotion, Stillness Speaks **Max 2 uploads per day** {{No NUDES, ABSTRACT, CANDIDS or ACTION IMAGES}}, Students and Beginners, That One Great Shot, The Art of Intrigue 2/24, The beauty of poetry, United States and Who are YOU to Judge?Wooden boards, bleached gray like old bones,
Worn edges soft and rounded
Peeling shutters slowly squeal, adrift in the breeze.
Windows aghast, open to Natures Forces.
Eyelet curtains sailing lazily to and fro,
to and fro,
Eyelet shadows playing sunlit games on the bare
walls within.
Floorboards creak and threaten to give way.
No sounds of Home,
Just the scittering echoes of field mice,
and the feathered flapping of Mourning Doves,
their mournful cooing like Gregorian Chants
of cloistered brothers.
The empty, darkened rooms filled only
with the Dust of Time and the Ghosts of life that was.
Curtains billow with the coming rain,
Snapping like crisp sheets hung out to dry.
Raindrops patter on the floor,
leaving speckled patterns
in the thick Dust of Abandonment.
No one runs to hurriedly shut the windows.
Rain pelts the window panes and rivulets of brown,
Stream down its tear stained Face.
Enivea
Lovely descriptive writing. I see many of these abandoned buildings in my locale, and it seems such a waste and a shame.
grarbaleg
that was soulful I enjoyed your flow very much and hope to see more wiritting in the future abundance to u
Sharon Mau
This is a beautiful literary work Barbara!! Congratulations on your feature in Dimensions
LamondofCowal
Barbara,
I am new to this site and I must say I absolutely love this piece. So descriptive and evocative. I have been to this place. Even in desolation and bereft of familial joy, memories, good and bad, stick to these places like wildflower honey from the fingers of our childhood. Thank you for this work.