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 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.
Good imagery sir but I can't help but feel like there's more to add
Excellent poem, it contains a deepest sadness, most touchingly worded, David.
Silence echoes just the way memories keep coming back to tug our hearts. Very touchy poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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.