Rocking Chair

Rocking Chair

A Poem by John B. Bolling

Feelings turn to voices

Archaic noises

An old house with creaking floors

Heart that longs to retire

A quashed desire

Broken windows and locked doors

Fear turns into panic

Dire and manic

From rattling pipes faucets pour

Insanity can kill

Ashen windowsill

A knotted rope with one last chore

Last thoughts unfurled

Rope is uncurled

Rocking chair crashes to the floor

 

© 2010 John B. Bolling


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This is amazing! I love every word! It all fits the tone and is fantastic!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Excellent write with excitement! This is a style of creativity that captivates one!
Very well done!!
Sheila

Posted 15 Years Ago


Wow....not really much else I can say. It's creative, interesting, and intruging.
An interesting and unexpected surprise.
Pepper...

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on December 29, 2008
Last Updated on February 11, 2010
Tags: Dark, somber, downtrodden, mischievous

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John B. Bolling
John B. Bolling

Long Island, NY



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