a den’s diary
a doily feels the ugly creep of mildew
pungent air is overwhelming the den
from this place of activities and study
joyful life long ago made full retreat
sunlight struggles now to enter metered
through rotting tatters of muslin curtains
memorabilia is the atmosphere’s concierge
youthful persona once sat at the long table
optimism watered the potted flowers
carved dreams and etched catlike smiles
mirth lived in the raised brow of approval
shadows no longer carry optimisms measure
an empty plate is the omen of abandon
life and the living have ebbed from the den
it is the haunt for dreams and deprivation
aromas of decadence consumed in yesterdays
no pen awaits last entry into the den’s diary
paper browned from years of patient duty
exhumation is not a visitor being entertained
this diary is duty bound to receive a new entry
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My favorite lines...
"life and living have ebbed from the den
it is the haunt for dreams and deprivation"
Many Blessings,
Christine
Regis
Axilea
Sheila
" shadows no longer carry optimisms measure "
Love and peace dear friend, Carole~
"...memorabilia is the atmosphere's concierge. . ." :::> Awesome!
Other faves include "raised brow of approval," "optimism watered the potted flowers," and "exhumation is not a visitor entertained."
Thank you so much for sharing this gem.
xOx Phyllis xOx
Blessings,
Christine
Beautiful, Jon. At your poetic best.
-gene.
Be always safe,
Karen
writing of passion and definte view...your sub-line
'Archives of a room' intrigues and provokes, the whole poem
stirs and demands attention and attention, My Friend,
i give it in whole.
Yes!
John
About 2003, my brother took my mother through her childhood farmhouse until she left to get married in 1942. It was rented for a while until my grandparents sold it about 1945. Though vacant for many years, the old place still contained memories of my childhood. Remarkable with the harshness of Wisconsin winters on vacant property.
Ron
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George