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Only Footstones Remain Intact

" Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
            can you hear the whispering?"
                           quote...by Constance La France


As I approach the abandoned house of my youth
   rain is falling
I came to remember its sights and sounds
without the illusion of youth
before it disappears in the void of years

only the footstones seem intact
leading to the crumbling porch of decaying wooden planks
where my grandmother would sit in her rocking chair
   as I played on the steps of Pinewood
the oak tree I climbed is covered in Spanish moss
   its limbs dying
the swing set I used is laying in grasses of brambles and weeds
   having rusted away

the front door languishes on a single hinge
cocked to the side
allowing dust and dirt to be blown inside

I slowly step inside, my eyes scanning the shadowed light
feces of critters lay scattered on the floor
my mother would constantly sweep clean
the scent of rotten wood and mold
have replaced the smell of my dad's pipe

my hands touch the walls 
as I walk from room to room
each one filled with voices and memories

rain is pouring through the roof
onto the floor of my yesterdays without mercy

there is nothing here in this empty barren space
hollowed out from time
leaving the ghosts of yesterday
hidden in the dim-lit shadows of decay
   their remembered whispers follow me

as I leave, I look back 
   with a sadness that will linger in my mind

5/26/23
contest Writing Challenge "C" quotes
sponsor Constance La France

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Date: 6/7/2023 5:21:00 PM
This is a lovely poem, Frederick. I don't know what it is that makes us so sad to see the place where we once lived. Maybe it's because some of the people are now gone, or maybe it's our childhood that disappeared so quickly...Anyhow, I love your poem.
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Date: 6/6/2023 5:39:00 AM
- Nothing lasts forever ... a deeply moving poem, Frederic ... gives me a lump in my throat ... no matter how much we strive in this life ... everything dies - Congratulations on your win in the contest :) - hugs
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Date: 6/6/2023 4:03:00 AM
Congratulations on this winner in Constance's contest. Way to go. Thanks for sharing it with us. Sara
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Date: 6/3/2023 9:05:00 PM
Beautifully written with minute details. Congratulations!
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Date: 6/3/2023 6:57:00 PM
Frederic, thank you so much for sharing your wonderful poem with us in my Writing Challenge congratulations and well done !
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Date: 5/26/2023 9:31:00 AM
There's such a haunting melancholy in your sorrow-filled lines, Frederic. Not of the abandoned home, but of the memories that play in your mind. Your grasp of emotional renderings has always been your strength.
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