a flickering candle
seduced dancing shadows
that menace the moonlight
upon cracked-plaster walls,
a community of spidery abodes,
their silken threads glimmer
as the night moves.
this old house creaks,
its grand days succumbed
to the harshness of yesteryear.
faded photos silenced
bear witness to graying
shades of existence.
no matter the season,
I reminisce with sadness
and a heavy heart.
gone are the days
of hope we would
age the same
from here to there.
-Eugenia
featured image – Pixabay
That old house does feel like a metaphor for how I feel some days.
Me too, VJ! The title of the song by Mary Hopkin “Those Were The Days” become more meaningful every day.
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“Gone are the days of hope we would age the same from here to there.” This touches upon our concerns, Eugi! I have been widowed once, and hope it’s not twice! Beautiful, poignant poem.
Thank you, Cheryl. I wish you and your significant other a forever and beautiful relationship. I’ve been widowed twice and I savor every moment with my hubby of 18 years.
That must have been hard, Eugi! <3 Wishing you and your husband a long and happy life together! 🙂
Beautifully poignant
Thank you, Sadje.
You’re welcome ☺️
Oh, apparently no0w l can comment. How weird. I just wanted to say l thoroughly enjoyed this 🙂
Thank you, Rory! WordPress weirdness is upon us!
Totally Eugenia. Twilightzone style.
Mee-yow Miss Eugi this iss such a poignant poe-em….
BellaStia Mum wiped teerss from her eyess. You rote a GRATE poe-em!
***nose kissess*** BellaDharma an {{hugss}} BellaSita Mum
Thank you, and I am so glad you enjoyed the poem. Sending hugs and purrs! 😻😘
BellaSis Mum rote a wee poe-em last weekend….
It iss so sad…..It iss titled “GONE”….
Mee hope that nevurr happenss 😉
I hope that never happens too! 😉