Dust motes drift lazily before the small window
grimy with accumulated years of neglect.
A shaft of pale sun hunts a crack in the pane,
illuminating a wooden table strewn with herbs
bunched, bottled, dried and crushed.
Have they been forgotten too,
only to await the inevitable darkness
that will once again claim the cellar's space?
Please tell me what you think
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nice sense of my own cellar. upstate ny.
i like it.
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beautifully painted word picture.
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Re: New England Cellar
Rick, thank you for your comment. I also think of poetry as being a canvas for the brush strokes of words. ML
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Interesting
A sense of loneliness and something without hope for change. Does remind me of many constant past happenings. Never change and always lonely. Well done Moon poet.
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Comments on "New England Cellar"
Thanks for you insights into this poem, Bob. I agree that the poem does express the likelihood that nothing will change in the celler because of its abandonment, with the exception of the shifting light that adds and subtracts from the scene as the days and nights pass. ML
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Great stuff!
Very interesting thoughts, well said, maybe the 3rd line could be shortened, softened... a pale sunray searches for
a way in (to the pane)
the question, I would not pose, but tell the reader: bunched, bottled dried and crushed,
forgotten to await the inevitable dark, (dusk), (night)
which will again claim the cellar's space.
Of course, it's your choice, but it is better in poetry not to ask but to deliver facts, in this case, hard facts... bunched.... forgotten, left in the dark...
gives a more brutal impression of the herb's fate, a more vivid picture.
Great imaginary, well done, can't wait to read your next piece.
Good luck!
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Wow. This is very good. I love the detailed imagery. The despair of having been forgotten lingers like the dust, almost choking out the sun. Very nice.
Smooth flow as the words go from line to line. Love it.
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I have a New England Cellar and therefore decided to click to read.
I stopped drying my herbs for this very reason. I forgot about them. Now I only cut what I can use and let the rest go to flower and seed.
Thanks for the read.
Lisa -
Wow this has such a major hint of dispair.
Great imagery
Wonderful Job
Delila
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