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(07 April 1950 / London)

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Memories

The week after the funeral the house was cleared
Memories taken to the auctioneers to be sold off,
The polished sideboard and dining room table,
The picture frames now empty of smiling faces.
Treasures collected and stored over fifty years.
Memories now fading, scattered to the four winds.
Only ghosts remain.

Now the house is empty and a for sale sign hangs
From the bedroom window as the cold winters chill
Blows freely through the house into empty rooms
Once full of laughter. The scratches on the bottom
Of the door where the dog would scratch. One day new
Memories will fill the house but until then the house
Remains silent.

Submitted: Thursday, January 09, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 11, 2014


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This poem is not about personal reflections and is truly fictional.

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  • Mallika Achuthan Menon (4/12/2014 2:20:00 AM)

    Really liked your poem! So well written..Thank you.

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  • Raymond Magabe (3/27/2014 6:13:00 AM)

    the poem might be fictional to you but I truly understand and to certain extend relate to it. beautiful poetry...just beautiful

  • Tanya Gupta (3/27/2014 3:16:00 AM)

    it is so commendable.............loved it

    come and read my poems hope you'like them

  • Roseann Shawiak (3/9/2014 4:36:00 PM)

    Your poem may be fictional David, but it definitely resonated with my heart,
    describing the intense silence after death has visited, taking away loved ones.
    All remnants being taken away, discarded or sol, leaving an emptiness knowing
    another part of your life is now gone. Have had a lot of experience with family
    members dying, this is reality to me. Great depiction and imagery of how it feels.
    RoseAnn

  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (2/24/2014 7:58:00 AM)

    You have made the simple splendid in this poem. Well done my friend!

  • Hazel Durham (2/23/2014 5:10:00 PM)

    Beautifully written with well chosen details creating an atmosphere of a well lived in home just waiting for it's new owner!

  • Ramesh Rai (1/31/2014 8:58:00 PM)

    Memories are left only. With flow of time old memories are burried and new thoughts and event takes place. till then there is silence to mourne the life. A heart filling write.
    Regards.

  • Geetha Jayakumar (1/30/2014 11:51:00 AM)

    Heartfelt poem...
    Poured out through painful words.
    Some memories are so beautifully drawn in ones heart
    That one's life time wont be enough to relish them.
    Keep those memories as a treasure
    Never let it fade out from your heart.
    Sweet memories are blessings of few
    And Blessed ones are those who are in the sweet memories. Thanks for sharing with us this wonderful poem.

  • Thomas Vaughan Jones (1/27/2014 4:29:00 AM)

    Hello David. Such a sad reflective piece. Emotions are obviously running deep. One small nit for me. Your word processor is calling the shots and capitalising each line. It seems to truncate each sentence and IMHO needs attention. Apart from that, great. I'll be checking out your sonnets later :)

  • Hans Vr (1/23/2014 11:47:00 PM)

    Deep and wonderfully written poem. the sweet memories of love may never die.

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