"207 Olde Aerin Way..."

Seems the world is a place of pausing because we must - even and especially when we really don't - want to, at all.  Where do people - go?  When they just aren't there anymore - where?  There are so many bits and nothings lost along the ways.  Travesties of life(and)times no one remembers and yet no one really forgot - just no one to remember to forget anymore(s) - evermore(s), forever(never)mores.

Where will you be - today, because tomorrow never comes and yesterday is already gone... soon to be lost?  And what will you see when you - pause and take a breath?  And who will remember ...you?

"207 Olde Aerin Way..."

I've seen old country houses -
abandoned to time and ghosts...
overgrown -
lost "Once Upon A Time" thoughts

hopes... dreams that went 'bust'

or perhaps the remains - remnants

...of people that went 'POOF'
- gone -

to everything and one that once was.

Bricks, mortar...
broken casements

gaping windows looking in
as the darkness gazes out.
There be blisters, tears
the sounds echoing the years
untold and unheard - seen and found and

lost again and again.

Gray peeling and oft cracked
posts - bits and flotsam

shattered and scattered - slats

- memories of proud white pickets
ghostlets - gleaming and marking
given back and back
and back yet again -

a dear woman's folly
a proud man's - sin.

Trees with a tire,

gnarled and aged and bent

twisted with purpose

remembered? - with hope
...til forgotten in the silence

of just the creaking strands.

Chris

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

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I've paused..Im thinking...Im remembering..back..way back..
Not too long ago..I went to visit my grandparents old farm house..not much there anymore..the one thing I do remember is that old tire swing...hung in the biggest and oldest tree...and you seemed to have captured that perfectly in your last stanza...I even sat on an old rockin chair in the house and sat...listened...I thought for sure I could here my grandparents laughing...talking...kids laughing and playing...awesome

[Ed Hart]

Chris, you really peeled the skin off of that one..."Tell them I came, and no one answered,/That I kept my word," he said.

[Sagar Waingankar]

Witty write man! Appreciated your work!