Old Residence
From the curb the house looks so familiar
The front door a different color
And the hedges now more fully grown
But enough has stayed recognizable to older eyes
And all the memories that were spun inside
Replay like an old movie in black and white
Time has removed the color of each frame
All that remains are the images in stark relief
Feelings faded from the cellulose reminders
A withering and weathering of the years
I wonder what it looks like inside now
Is there a coat of fresh paint or a new floor
Or is everything just the same as it was before
Are all the things that brought comfort once
Still the things that fill that living space
Has time been so good and forgiving
That nothing needed to be replaced
Or has function remained the same
Just a different pattern or color
Upholstering the same old frame
For that house once held everything dear
The greatest of loves and the saddest of tears
As years pass, we do not tear down and rebuild
We simply change the things with which it is filled
Or at least that is our hope in the better days
That somehow it has changed from dated décor
To house something different then before
My greatest fear is that it remains all the same
Looking in the windows it seems nothing has changed
And that is what keeps me from opening the door
So poignantly beautiful! Your verse has that ethereal quality that mesmerized the reader.
Thank you, Yassy! I needed a little break from form, and this was what spilled out.
You are welcome, Brad. It’s a great verse.
I do not even peer into windows and doors, for I choose to remember it as it was, not see what it might have become. It is so with things and people cherished and loved – though the visions may become hazy with the passing of time. I’d rather not think that those lovingly hand-crafted shutters do not cover the window in the dining area, for example. This post will definitely bring reflection, and I appreciate your break from form to share it!
Glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for all the support! Love you! ❤
This is lovely
Thank you for saying so. And thanks for reading and commenting!
You are welcome
So beautiful and so touching, Brad.
“And that is what keeps me from opening the door”
Have a wonderful Sunday.
Thank you, G! Enjoy your Sunday, as well! 😊
My pleasure, Brad.
Reminded me of my childhood home, and I feel heavy with those memories. What more a poet can deliver, its a privelage to read you work Brad 😊
Thank you, Vinayak!
This rendered me speechless. Very beautiful ❤️
Thank you, Isha!
Beautifully written!
Thank you!
you express so eloquently the thoughts I sometimes have when I drive past places I was once familiar with. How much has changed, how much is the same, would I know anyone, etc…
The best poetry is always about something so easily relatable. Thank you, Jim!
well I could certainly relate to this one…
Lovely
Thank you, Ms. G!