Thursday, July 24, 2014
Monday, July 7, 2014
12:19 AM creative writing, home, loss, love lost, poem, Poetry, prompt, relationship, rhyme, sad poem, solitude, write tribe 20 comments
I was listening to this song while writing the poem, and I just felt my words coming to life.
Weeds grew uninhibited, so did untrimmed stories,
mildew have flourished, on our frozen memories,
from an old armchair, I blew a pile of dust away,
in the musty breeze, chewed curtains gently swayed.
My footsteps echoed in long marbled hallway,
once filled with electric laughter, silence now ricochet,
These abandoned accusing walls, stare back at me,
Why was I here, after years of escaping reality?
Melancholia of your absence, still hangs heavy in air,
over mahogany dresser and striped glassware,
"Yet, It does feel like home, doesn’t it?", I slowly whisper,
it was time to clear cobwebs and fix the chandelier.
This week's prompt at Write Tribe was all I needed to wake my sleeping muse. :)