The brick is a dirty shade of blue,
dirty from layers of dust and mildew.
The floor joist's hang overhead,
creaking and falling apart;
just how long have they been dead.
Cobwebs sprawling over rusty piping,
making it all the more less inviting.
It's not a pretty picture,
something more out of a horror flic
but still walking down the hall
brings a comfort from within.
The smell is in the air,
one I know I've smelled before,
hitting all of my senses at the core.
A tear comes to my eye;
A smile comes to my face;
All that seems to be missing
is a long and warm embrace.
Author notes
Just a smell that was for some odd reason comforting to me. Taking me back to a time in my youth, that I can't quite recall, but my sense of smell tells me I've been there before, and it was lovely.
A contest entry
- Wherever you are stop and write! by alexandrathegreat.
1800 points, ended October 24, 2007, 31 entries
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Comments
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This was sweet reminesence thank you for allowing me to visit this place with me. Though I am unsure of the structure I believe it was free verse but you incorporated some rhyme sparsely in there. Try and edit it before the contest closes.
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