Lone field
Lone house
Lone walls
Bygone paper yellowed and peeling
Shadows and silhouettes
On the walls in the dust
Time ago
Walk up the stairs
Feel the banister shake
Light streams in the panes
You hear the laughter and giggles
See the tea parties and shoot-outs
Listen in on the late night talks
And arguments and stories
A little girl runs past
Hair flying dress swinging
Catch me if you can smile
She is gone
Vanishing into the air
The dust
The shadows
A pebble hits the bedroom window
A girl looks out and down
A boy looks up and in
Away they will go as always
Creeping down the wall
Creeping out into life
To disappear in the dark
Lying on the bed
A lamp casting a halo on the ceiling
He’s just a boy
In a man’s body
A job to be done
Heaviness of pride on his shoulders
Heaviness of shame in his heart
Two bodies one being
Once upon a time
When life was ahead of them
But life happened
They didn’t realize it
Two bodies two beings
In name only
A home loved
A family gone
The walls are left
Tales of the lives
Left only in the cracks of
The faded paint
Nothing more
—EKS, 5.26.09
Haley says
What a great poem. Continue writing! I love it!
Holli says
I like this poem because it could be about anyone….the phrases you used are very descriptive and I feel like I’m there seeing what you are seeing. You’re really good!
M.J. says
Your poem puts me in an old family house, full of memories. I’ve never had that kind of connection to a place personally, but your poem has definitely put me there.
Jo says
Again, so amazing! You have such a gift! I am honored to be able to share in it.
Lizzi says
Thanks everyone! And thanks for inspirational prompts Jo. They always get me thinking.
Jo says
You’re welcome Lizzi! I’m glad.