Memories Poem by David Wood


Rating: 5.0

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.

This poem is not about personal reflections and is truly fictional.
Kim Barney 24 March 2015

This is a beautiful poem. Even though fiction, it rings so true and IS true for many readers, I'm sure. Who could not relate to this? Well written, indeed.

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Kelly Kurt 08 April 2015

An imaginative work brought to life. Thanks, David

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Yasmin Khan 27 August 2015

This is a an emotional and touching verse, though fictional but so realistic in details. The use of vivid images has painted a very poignant picture.

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Cigeng Zhang 17 September 2015

A very touching poem. It touched me.

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Pietro 6 09 January 2016

So sad....SO NICE......

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Craig Moses Uche 26 May 2023

Good imagery sir but I can't help but feel like there's more to add

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LeeAnn Azzopardi 09 March 2022

I love this poem. It touched my core deeply Bravo!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 08 March 2022

Excellent poem, it contains a deepest sadness, most touchingly worded, David.

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Richard Wlodarski 08 March 2022

As fictional as it may be, it's full of empathy.

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Aarzoo Mehek 19 December 2021

Silence echoes just the way memories keep coming back to tug our hearts. Very touchy poem.

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