Sandra Adams Poet Free verse

Beneath Somber Skies

i stand
beneath this somber sky
lost in the depths
of its misty eyes
sharing my tears
in this new year
dawning upon me
uncolored
unfocused
like these thoughts
of finding love
along life's road

i feel abandoned
like the old house
on the hill
ready to crumble
back to the dust
from which it came

its weakened frame
weathered in years
stands unsteady 
unsure of its fate
as days move by
in slow lonely waves
of years passing by
like onlookers
staring in disbelief
where beauty once stood
but now lingers
empty inside
lost in the same depths
as i beneath this somber sky

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Edward Ibeh April 11, 2020 at 1:54 PM Such a superb poem, Sandra:-) I always enjoy your work! Heartiest congratulations on your 1st place win! Sandra Adams April 11, 2020 at 9:24 PM Thank you so much Edward... hugs and blessings :)

Sam Kauffman April 11, 2020 at 1:31 PM What a beautiful metaphor of emptiness in the old house. Your poem is rich in images that bring us right into your sadness! Congratulations on your first place win my friend. Prayers and blessing for your Easter. Hugs! Sandra Adams April 11, 2020 at 9:24 PM Thank you so much Sam... hugs and blessings... Happy Easter :)

Vijay Pandit January 3, 2020 at 2:46 PM A beautiful melancholy write in choice words:uncolored unfocused like these thoughts of finding love along life's road..and..of years passing by like onlookers staring in disbelief--excellent write, Sandy. Sandra Adams January 3, 2020 at 7:21 PM Thank you so much Vijay... this one came to me while i was driving in the rain...have a great weekend my friend :) hugs

Anne-Lise Andresen January 3, 2020 at 1:19 PM - This "house" needs a complete renovation - Just like flowers need sun, water and nourishment to grow, your body needs nourishment and rest :) - Stress is not just about having many balls in the air, but what everyday experiences trigger these the feelings, dear friend :) - hugs and <3 // Anne-Lise :) Sandra Adams January 3, 2020 at 7:18 PM Thank you so much Anne-Lise...it was just a somber rainy day that inspired the write...i pass an abandoned house every day actually a few but one always catches my attention...i am good... have a wonderful weekend... hugs

John Hamilton January 3, 2020 at 12:04 PM Wonderfully sad, I always enjoy your metaphors, an abandoned house, good choice, very convincing. Like Chris I got a little worried, but I know melancholy is your forte, not necessarily your current mood! Sandra Adams January 3, 2020 at 12:12 PM Thank you so much John...like your muse, mine seems to like melancholy...it's a rainy morning and the weather fed the muse...i am fine...laughing and smiling...glad you stopped by to read and enjoyed this one... hugs

Chris Green January 3, 2020 at 11:44 AM Love the poem, the way it is crafted, the way the theme flows through each stanza but the sadness...well, let's just say I am sending out a construction team to remodel that old house so it looks like new. So much sadness my friend...makes me sad. Here's hoping the sun finds you soon. Sandra Adams January 3, 2020 at 11:54 AM lol... just a rainy day in my neck of the woods...back to work blues and now they added a run to make me come in earlier... when i already wish i was still on vacation...my muse likes sadness...i however am smiling and laughing my day away, so smile with me my friend... don't cry with the sky...she has enough tears to cover all of us... Thank you Chris for your wonderful comment... hugs