In The House Where Love Died

 

 

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In the house where love had died

Shadows echo off empty walls

Unlived halls

As silent voices mysteriously cry their unwept tears

Vows broken ~

Promises stolen ~

And the soft whisperings of life are gone

Silent now...

In the quiet, unfriendly corners of the rooms 

 

Dead soft, fingers of light-

Peek shyly through cold, shuttered windows

As the drip, drip, drip of rusty, unused faucets cry their tears...

Their lonely tune

Begging for a little river of love…

 That used to run through their flowing spigots…

Now sitting unused in their empty rooms 

 

No more children’s voices ringing joyfully through the halls

Little finger prints that no longer trace the walls

Silent ~

Empty ~

No one lives here anymore 

 

Never -  could one love too much

But…

They could have loved in a false way

Where everything beloved was naught

Never loved as it ought  

The halls in lonely grief they sigh

For those once loved no longer reply

Silenced ...

By the silence of love that cannot  embrace its voice again

Silent hearts which once sang their joyful songs…

   Quieted now…

Where love once lived

Where love once  belonged

But now...

Has sadly departed

Is sadly gone

 

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by anne p murray-2012

    

 

 

 

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Love your style and the gentleness you write with. That second picture pricked my heart as I often wonder when I see old houses like that - "who once loved there?"
these lines are especially moving to me:
"As the drip, drip, drip of rusty, unused faucets cry their tears...
Their lonely tune
Begging for a little river of love…"

The entire poem is moving and well done. So glad I found your work.

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

Thank you. There are so many families that fall apart, leaving holes where hearts should be

[Sami Khalil]

I like this poem especially the lines:
By the silence of love
that can't embrace
its voices again.
Nice and sad