Mid-winter here I feel a bit down. Trying to write something for this blog, but I seem to be somewhat stumped. I do hope the clouds lift before long and bring in the sunshine. Till then, here's an old poem I wrote.
Dusty Rooms
Turning a forgotten corner
Along her memory of old time,
Faint traces of childhood toys,
a rocking horse still,
as shadows obscure
the lonely corners;
webs cover wonders
of long ago noons
in the dusty rooms…
Where once she held a doll beloved,
she saw it lay broken and bruised.
A mirror image of herself,
and there a toy box,
turned and torn apart,
scattered in places
hidden by traces
of gray-color doom,
covering dusty rooms…
No dolls to hold no bears to hug.
Windswept rains washed little lives away.
Summer days without the sun
kept shadows around
as she walks through time
she remembers now
all the weeping sounds
of those afternoons
in the dusty rooms.
Theresa M
©1996
Such a powerful one.. thank you!
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