Forlorn Moments

“Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house, can you hear the whispering.”
           Quote by _ Constance La France


Weary walls & dilapidating roof, 
Hope stands aloof,
Pleasant days are gone,
The ambience is worn.

The hands are unable,
The clime is unstable,
Gloom dwells in the chamber,
Too weighty for a serene slumber.

A sojourn on feeble bridges,
A path rife with ridges,
The soul desires quantum solace, 
Freedom from a burdened race.

The whispering of a troubled soul,
Stifled by a torn whole,
Echoes of cold silence,
The disparaging tides are in sequence.


May 29, 2023.
Writing Challenge - C Quotes - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Andresen Avatar
June 6, 2023 at 5:41 AM
- "Echoes of cold silence ... " gives me chills ... lovely written - Congratulations on your win, Thompson - hugs
Emate Avatar
June 8, 2023 at 8:44 AM
Thank you, Anne-Lise. I'm honoured.
Kendrick Avatar
June 6, 2023 at 4:02 AM
Congratulations on this winner in Constance's contest. Way to go. Thanks for sharing it with us. Sara
Emate Avatar
June 8, 2023 at 8:42 AM
Thank you, Sara. I'm honoured.
Alex Avatar
June 3, 2023 at 9:08 PM
"Hope stands aloof" - Beautifully written. There is a beautiful word-painting all through. Congratulations!
Emate Avatar
June 5, 2023 at 6:52 PM
Thank you, Christuraj. It's an honour. Blessings.
La France Avatar
June 3, 2023 at 6:58 PM
Thompson, thank you so much for sharing your wonderful poem with us in my Writing Challenge congratulations and well done !
Emate Avatar
June 5, 2023 at 6:54 PM
Thank you, Constance. I'm honoured. Blessings.
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