Isolated Memories

 

Standing in an open field

So battered and neglected

Weathered boards with splintered edges

Open roof lets in the light

 

Oh what tales your walls have witnessed

What years of memories do you hide?

Ghosts long passed to greener pastures

Touched beneath the indigo skies.

 

Sage and paint brush adorn the homestead

Dust motes dance within your walls

Leaves and rock the floor beneath you

Lopsided shutters glimpsing foothills.

 

Did children grace your humble dwelling?

Or were you once a hunting lodge?

Maybe a shelter for some settlers

Or just some transient passing by.

 

Like a lady well beyond your prime

Standing in majestic shadows

Proudly withstanding lifes many traumas

Until the day winds bring you down.

Reviews

[julian3]

Lovely descriptors, vivid imagery and a 'sudden impact' ending, the slap of reality waking us form the dream with the reminder that - at least in this life - all things have an end! Somber; reminds me of a painting, but one I can't quite place.
One thought - did you intend to write 'weathered' instead of 'weather' in line 3? Just curious.
Very enjoyable work!

[Ray Hamilton]

A look back in history, one always wonders what stories old houses could tell
Well penned I enjoyed it thanks Ray { Not a Poet }