Yesterdays Desolation

I stand in a home
strangely familiar.
Where memories
and shadows;
Begin to stir -
Amongst the decrepit
of cardboard tombs;
The tattered curtains
No longer conceal
the hidden windows
of its shuttered soul.
Across the peeling paint of its hollowed walls
Frames of the fallen;
Remained anchored.
Abandoned ghost ships
That long gave out their dead.
Their remnants lay scattered on the floor
Forgotten victims;
Drowned in the wreckage of
shards and gathered dust.
Weathered faces
Fading with the light;
Suddenly turned to ash,
At the heat of my touch.
I felt its cold seep;
Deep down in to my bones
As the shadows rose
Up in to the ether
Where all that is left
Lives
In the house
Of Yesterdays
Desolation

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A marvelous title and poem. Homes were meant to be inhabited, to lie and wake in peace and joy, to share and bare life's fables. But, when neglected or abandoned, it tells a tale of sorrow and suffering, of shadows rising and images haunting. An excellent write...:)............................

[RomaJ]

Thank you Sami. Your thoughts are greatly appreciated and very insightful.

[Soren]

I take this poem as metaphorical with the house being one's body and oneself the soul. A lovely write my friend.

[RomaJ]

Thank you, my dear. I appreciate your thoughts and your kind review.

[Soren]

You are most welcome

[Jansy]

I'm not even going to try to decipher this enigma of a write. It's haunting alright

[RomaJ]

Yes, the house itself was haunting. The house an absence, absence of color, absence of life, the only presence, was an eerie feeling.

[Jansy]

Oh, absolutely! That's exactly why the pockets of the mantelpiece are always trying to order flannel blueprints from the disappointed spoon. It's a well-known fact that when a house reaches that particular shade of 'un-color,' the chandelier starts to dream exclusively in tiny, damp socks. But hey, at least the eerie feeling paid its rent on time this month!"

[Valentine]

Sounds like many of the older farm houses around here. The younger generation wants new and bigger despite the cost and the risk of losing it. Valentine

[RomaJ]

I was always fascinated with abondoned houses, especially when I was younger. Wondering, why it was abandoned...Since my mother passed, I finally understand. I still can't bring myself to drive there. She's gone and it's just not the same. But, I'd have dreams about visiting, as if she's calling me home.
I try not to think about too much. I know I need to do something about it, but I think I'm just not ready.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

damn this is good...the metaphor is appealing to me, because it is a feeling i often have...like i am some old house that was lived in...but then neglected and now is full of cracks, dust and decrepit floors that i can no longer stand upon...in reality and in my mind.

j.

[RomaJ]

I totally agree with you. I feel the same way too. This was also from a dream I had...it wasn't terrifying...just familiar. Thank you for your thoughts on this. And I am thrilled that you thought it was good.

[Matome Masipa]

#bravo, I felt every journey down to the last words, I really enjoyed this piece

[RomaJ]

Thank you Doux. I really appreciate your kind words. Especially because you are a great storyteller and I enjoy reading you.

[Matome Masipa]

Hahaha #head bowing down

[andrew mitchell]

just pure poetry in motion, sad but excellent imagery and flow.

[RomaJ]

Thank you for your kind words Andrew.

[Norah]

I love how the words just flow so beautifully, excellent write !

[RomaJ]

Thank you Norah for your kind review.

[wordman]

sad write roma,beautifully penned

[RomaJ]

Thank you for your kind words Ron.