Slender, whispering and flaming fireweed surrounds
the gray-weathered clapboards of the deserted
homestead whose torn gingham curtains blow among
the paneless windows with the gentle breeze of
summer morning.
Silence is challenged by harmonizing birds
who serenade the observer of the rustic
vista with the ardor of a courting lover;
cobwebs woven by a tireless spider hang
among the eaves and entryway,
catching unsuspecting victims who dare
cross the threshold only to become the
larder of the eight-legged trapper.
Summer grass uncut falls beneath the soft soles
of the stealthy intruder as it muffles
the sound of pounding heart anticipating
the unknown beyond the latched, warped and
wooden door of the abandoned abode;
cobwebs are cleared by a willow stick,
the frightened spider scrambles to safety,
furious at the bold intrusion.
Slowly, the rusty latch lifts----what awaits the
curious visitor from within these walls?
Footsteps echo throughout the house,
rooms are empty, pictures are gone,
family and mirth are ghosts of the past,
nobody's home to offer a cup of coffee,
nobody's home to say goodbye.
Categories:
paneless, nostalgia,
Form: Prose
I look through the shattered pane and recall your chatter,
Surprisingly i invented the aftermath of your heartfelt matter,
I relive the day you walked away so painlessly,
I shattered into a fragment of me effortlessly,
Your toneless wordings so evidently frauded,
I believed in your thoughtless banters so frequent,
However cliched and obviously redundant,
Yet i held up through the dark days of your plunder,
Inciting my fiercety with your voiced wounds athunder,
i regret the day you entered my serenity,
Pleading gracious words i took you in pity,
Now i realise how unashamedly you flaunt,
Deeply i despise your every past taunt.
fiercety - fierceness (poetic licence)
athunder - dark loud shouting (poetic licence)
Categories:
paneless, angst, dark, dark, day,
Form: I do not know?
I stand alone barefoot on a hardwood floor
in the middle of a hot August afternoon
as sunshine beads down upon my brown
weather worn face.
Staring out a single paneless window into a crowd of
seemingly
Happy people
All the while sippping iced tea as the room
becomes pervaded with vintage Withers, Wonder,
Joel and John,
Contemplating my beginning
fearing my end
wondering how I got here
wondering if I will stay here
wondering why heartache is my constant companion
why fear, loneliness and misery live on my side of the
street
wanting more than just to be happy
wanting to be free
Categories:
paneless, life,
Form: I do not know?