This house stands
with many a stain scratched beneath its surface ~
where summer crowned with drifting orchard bloom
wrapped her hands around the chaos -
and Autumn threw her yellow rain
in between the breaths
taken
deeply
once
And white in winter like a marble tomb
encasing this time-eaten brow ~
old wounds speak - a worn and shattered tune
bound with silver bars
the tears heap like the drift of night
against our door ~
and still
we'll go walking in the dead leaves
Author notes
prompt ~ Where the pavement ends...
A contest entry
- Prompt For Farovites ONLY... by mysticstorm.
700 points, ended February 23, 2009, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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we see the trail after the leaves have blown away
and the pathway of heart finds itself, naked against the winter sun
beneath two feet are buds of spring
so be my thoughts here
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Amazing! I can not do this justice with a comment, but it reminds me of sweet Sam at the moment which breakis my heart.
Thank you for sharing!
mystic
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