Ruin
A building ruin touches my heart
Its days of worthiness are now gone.
Its French doors are now falling apart
crumbled bricks inhabit one-time-lawn
Weeds climb trellis instead of lace vine
Honeysuckle no longer calls bees.
Bush roses at last gave way to time
wind caused an awkward list to the trees.
No more wrong key clanks on piano
or children giggling, whispering tales
No longer young lovers 'neath willow
No more fish stories becoming whales.
Those bygone days are to be no more
Laughter, anger, happiness, sorrow.
Its walls bore all, quietly they wore
until using up its tomorrows.
April 5, 2023
for 'Writing Challenge--R Words' contest
by Constance La France
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2nd
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2023
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