Broken Walls

Broken Walls

A Poem by Aehr

Oh the broken walls,
The fallen bricks,
The creepers and wildflowers coiling the heart.
Oh the dying sun, burning through leaves,
Hanging from branches old,
Whispering of stories untold.
Oh the broken walls-
Decades before, my home.
Abode of my imagination,
Musings of my blunt pencils,
Brushes dipped in thick paint.
Abode of my youth and innocence,
Dreams, failures,
The empty songs, the lonesome dances,
The clumsy, drunken, inky nights.
Oh these broken walls,
Oh this broken heart-
Shall we ever be whole again?

© 2016 Aehr


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The other reviewers have already said how painful, lovely, and awesome this poem is, so suffice it to say I agree with them. I wanted to share what my favorite parts are. I really like "Oh the broken walls-/Decades before, my home./Abode of my imagination..." and especially the line "The clumsy, drunken, inky nights." These lines are so romantic in such a specific way. And "inky" is such a cool word that's painfully underused. Great work!

Posted 4 Years Ago


OMG! Really goood! That last question

Posted 7 Years Ago


Beautifully expressed. very well written

Posted 7 Years Ago


Totally LOVE your haunting message of melancholy longing, painted with fresh imagery -- not a stale idea in the entire poem! The lushly penned details really give this nostalgic view much originality, sparking similar memories in my own recollection.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Aehr
Aehr

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