Sidney Beck Poet Free verse

Moving House

MOVING  HOUSE



Everyone gone.
Scattered long-lost yellow photos, outdated tickets,
Carpet hollows where furniture stood,
Are the only traces.

 
End of the world we knew -
Walls scorched with sun-faded outlines of pictures,
Curtainless windows glare  -  intense heat
From the staring sun 
In the empty sky,
Dust beams across moveless clouds of motes.

 
In remote corners dead spiders with their
Forgotten, mummified flies.
Cockroaches are king, moving over vacant floors,
Silent in the voiceless void.

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Ilene Bauer October 28, 2014 at 7:32 PM this is so vivid and made me feel so sad. i have a hard time with change and moving would be very difficult for me (probably why i've stayed in my apt. for 38 years!). you've captured this feeling so well here...