Abandoned Writers Cafe

Empty rooms in empty halls.

Accounts silent - long abandoned

the words bankrupt

vacant fronts of creativity 

washed over; hollow; run down.

Verbs sway on rusted hinges

the strains of old poems

cross pages like tumbleweeds.

Profiles shuttered - desolate

unopened for years, collect dust

while messages to forgotten friends

go unanswered

Pinned to a page 

like wanted posters

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I still visit the profiles of old friends here, some that I know seldom if ever, revisit the site. Others are departed from life itself. I revisit their comments on my posts on other sites as well. I'll find one and say, well, wasn't that nice? This is eloquently poignant. I enjoyed and I relate. F.

[Relic]

Thanks for reading, Fabian. :)

[Red Brick Keshner]

As do I. They are like monoliths on a partways barren land.

[Brandy]

Your thoughts touch my heart.

I'm new here, so I'm still learning my way around.
It's sad when you connect with someone, and then there's no way to connect anymore.

I like this image by the way. It matches your words perfectly.

[Relic]

Thanks Brandy. I've spoken to many on this site that just disappeared one day and never came back. Although in saying that, there are those that sometimes come back to visit the old neighborhood. :)

[Brandy]

You're very welcome. Sometimes, you just need time away. It's nice when some come back to visit.

It's nice meeting you. : )

[Relic]

I agree. It's nice to meet you to. :)

[Thomas W Case]

Excellent work. You write of a ghost town. I hope this doesn't become that.

[Relic]

Thank you, Thomas, I agree.

[emmajoygreen]

Writers are like friends when they cause a person to touch, listen and enjoy. But sometimes, these days too often, a dark storm rushes the the once wise halls of thought. There are wars outside this make-believe. So, why do visitors find the place empty of once known faces, which can alter the ratio of empathy and originality versa humility and humour?

'Verbs sway on rusted hinges
the strains of old poems
cross pages like tumbleweeds'

How true. How sad.

[Relic]

You make good point, emma. Thank you for your thoughts. :)

[Marie]

A very poignant write, dear R. The title of the poem invited me in to read it.
"Verbs sway on rusted hinges
the strains of old poems
cross pages like tumbleweeds".
This is my favourite part of the poem. The visual detail is superb and create an unforgettable image in the reader's mind.
I guess a lot of old poetry sites are abandoned due to the passing away of the writers or the writers are perhaps in care homes with no access to a computer or are unable to come online due to illness. There are many reasons I feel for abandoning a site.
Your excellently penned poem depicts the sad scenario of such sites and you express your feelings through excellent word choice. An exceptional write! I love the stunning simplicity, the message within the poem and your skillful choice of graphic which complements the words superbly. Thank you for sharing, dear R...
Wishing you a very happy, blessed and relaxed Sunday to enjoy...

[Relic]

Thank you so much for a great comment, Marie. May your Sunday be glorious. :)

[Marie]

Most welcome, dear R. It's a bitter cold, wet day in Ireland. Really bad weather for June. Wishing you a lovely relaxed day too. Enjoy...

[QuillandInkWhispers]

Sometimes it feels like the site needs maintenance. I can't add other Writers pieces to my library and the Read Request doesn't work.

[Relic]

This site needs a lot of things, Quill. Thank you for the comment. :)

[living lavender]

"like wanted posters" ~ that's exactly what these left behind profiles feel like.
{beautifully written. tragically true.}

[Relic]

Thanks very much for the comment. :)

[Masked writer]

dang thats deep......................

[Relic]

Thank you.

[Brad]

This is true and unfortunate. For myself, I come and go as time passes between bursts of writing. If nothing else, I don't share my writing with anyone I really know very often - and it's enough to put it here to prove it ever happened.

[Relic]

I've seen many that have come and gone. Many come just to visit for a short spell and then disappear again. There's a life outside these walls.
Thanks for the comment. :)

[Akinlolu]

Hi Relic. I'm kinda new here and I love to surf around for poems that fire me up. This piece is like a high definition experience. It's like walking through ground zero and looking at the various houses of friends that either died in a major catastrophe or like looking at the property of various friends that managed to escape despite the catastrophe. In the movie, you are the narrator and one of the survivors. This is a beautiful verse. I won't forget it.

[Relic]

You're very kind, thank you.

[Akinlolu]

You're welcome

[willweb]

The site definitely is not what it once was, at least in my opinion. I too left for several years but have come back recently and it feels like a ghost town.

[Relic]

I remember many that used to be here. I wish they'd come back, but such is life. I'm glad you came back. Thanks for the comment. :)