Long ago the sun filled this old house with poetry
inspired by our laughter.
We stood right here
by the fireplace taking pictures
to wake memories and move our hearts
with reasons
to hold hands once again.
We are now alone inside these rooms
where our hearts
endure the stampede of dissolving laughter
and I find that I want the sun
to fill this old house again with poetry
that sails inside
all that we are.
Oh, if only sounds of laughter like magic
would fill our hearts with warmth
and we could be as trees
that feel the flowers around their roots
perhaps then,
we could leave these rooms.
Then we could remember the pictures
we took by the fireplace
like a brisk prick
to what is lost and forgotten
and wake memories
that once again
fill this old house
with poetry.
That was truly an amazing piece of writing. The way you described certain things really blew me away. There are 2 examples I will pull out to show you what I mean.
- We are now alone inside these rooms
where our hearts
endure the stampede of dissolving laughter
-Oh, if only sounds of laughter like magic
would fill our hearts with warmth
and we could be as trees
that feel the flowers around their roots
perhaps then,
we could leave these rooms.
Those are some of the best examples of descriptive writing I've seen. Great, great job.
I like the repetition used here love...the constant gazing back at what was and wishing for the happening again is a sobering yet yearningful thing...beautiful! I think this has to be a favourite, your voice somehow seems different here xoxo
yes once this place was full of life..we never talked
just looked into others eyes..how joy never left
like all laughing and smiling,for no cause
deep content and confidence filled all hearts
like the sun never left there,warmth and magic
it was love everywhere,and you just laughed
always,could not contain some inner happiness and content
like some strange world never felt before
its poetry how it changes everything..and you never know
of how and why it brings all so close
from all over places,people never known before,gathered
really loved this writing ,how inspiring
lovely write..
You move us across a life... across love embraced and love lost... deeper inside each heart and soul where poetry dances in the sunlight... and you never disappoint, Neva... All who read will connect to the what is or what was, and all will long for those days when poetry fills us with every breath we take.
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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