As the wind blows around
those silos there
and grains scatter from
the hand of care
the sun is going down
on the village builder.
A harridan disrupts this peace
flimsy time rattles
this rock, now a sinking stone
waves crash in loss unison.
The lighthouse glow grows dimmer
sundowners is coming round
those eyes once knew
all the story
that needed to be told
now focus shifts from this world
when the heartbeat grasps faintness.
As evening time creeps
casts memories on the wall
the corner of the room
shields a golden secret.
Tomorrow must alight
as it has for all the ages
village people will venture out and
write cryptic stories on shaded pages
but the builder sails away tonight
from a place that has no sea
from the harbinger of fate
to the soliloquy of dreams.
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Great stuff – thank you!
Thank you for the gracious comment and thanks for reading!
Beautiful poem. Rich imagery and a ghostly feel.
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You have a lovely way of expressing images!!
Thanks so much Debbie. Have a wonderful day!
Beautifully written… so full of “luscious” imagery. Talent, you have.
Thanks so much, your kind words mean a lot to me 🙂
Great poem! Beautifully expressions of emotion in the imagery. Thanks for posting this.
Thank you. Very happy to know you enjoyed it. Thanks also for visiting and reading the post!
Lovely! 🙂
Thanks. And thanks for stopping by 🙂