Carolyn Brunelle


Ancient Dust - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Striped poles stand
outside ‘barbershop’ windows
tattered awnings drape
over blank storefronts;
ghosts of the long departed line the streets.

A remembrance
of another time in history.
lies in faded, dingy photographs
of a time long past.

And the only hope
rests with poets and painters,
who, in broad strokes of imagination,
can restore life from ancient dust.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 3, 2011



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