Barbara Gorelick Poet Rhyme

Ghost Town

The little town sits by the road to nowhere
    Now a muted grey, the empty shells forgotten
    A sagging door, an empty window, a broken stair
    Sad reminders of those who used to lived there

    In the dust a single footprint left by some passerby
    Did he stop like me, to remember what used to be
    To listen to the desert wind giving a mournful sigh
    And bid the town, and her past, a last goodbye

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Michael Craig March 1, 2019 at 11:23 AM Great description of a ghost town. I could feel the loneliness in this poem. Great job.

Maurice Rigoler March 1, 2019 at 11:17 AM How could a gem of a poem like this not win first prize? You carry the sense of its emptiness all through the poem! It's a good as Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Night". Excellent. Thanks for stopping by. I always appreciate bringing a smile or a chuckle to the reader. / M

Andrea Dietrich February 28, 2019 at 7:21 PM short and wonderful poem. Which contest was this in? Congrats for the top spot I see you got.

Line Gauthier February 27, 2019 at 11:40 PM Bravo, Barbara. Congrats on your well deserved top win.

Joseph P. DiMino February 27, 2019 at 10:03 PM Very nice; love your story. Barbara Gorelick February 27, 2019 at 10:24 PM Thank you for stopping by.BG

Gershon Wolf February 27, 2019 at 2:25 PM Perfectly pictured, Barbara... Interestingly, I've read about bustling fishing villages that have disappeared due to droughts altering the shoreline radically, leaving behind forlorn, abandoned deserts. Nice write! :) gw

Carolyn Devonshire February 26, 2019 at 2:46 PM I guess some of these old western towns still stand in disrepair, Barbara. Your lovely, nostalgic poem reminds us that populations used to flourish in these towns. Seeing them today is like taking a step back into history and trying to imagine the original inhabitants. Beautifully penned, my friend. Love, Carolyn Barbara Gorelick February 26, 2019 at 4:20 PM Thank you , I visited one in Montana and it has stayed with me.. BG

Darlene De Beaulieu February 26, 2019 at 2:36 PM Hello Barbara Gorelick, yes the history of the past is being rid of. I do not think it is right. have a nice day my friend. Barbara Gorelick February 26, 2019 at 4:20 PM Thank you for stopping by Darlene. BG