Meadow Vista Local

The stumbling sick old dog

Sprawls in the shadow from his own cancerous lumps

Protecting like a pitbull the tattered headland home

Trees over grown

Limping with their own thickness

Painted chipped

Missing windows

Maps of spider webs surround their frames

Broken down cars

Yards and yards of garden hose

A bright orange construction cone

So many

Piles of things

But really it’s empty

Rooms cluttered

With filled crossword puzzles& Pictures of Africa

Where you went thirty years ago

But reference as yesterday morning

Like it will be tomorrow

Only we all know you’re not going back

To that open safari

That truck ride

Bumpy and dusty to the hole the lions drink from

You will stay caged in your lonesome memory boxes

Condemned to your aging arthritic hands

You’re cracking old veined knees

You will walk in circles wearing holes into your patched carpet

Smoking the weed from your wooden pipe

Falling apart with the house

Dying with the dog

Overgrown like the trees that begin

To swallow them all. 

 

 

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Great imagery. Wonderful read.

With love,

Matthew

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

I'm glad to read this,
It set a rainbow of smile over my face.
It really portrayed the picture it represented.

And that's beautiful.

[kentuck14]

This is stunning write about a person whose life is mere existence. Not sure if he is real or imagined. I get from "Wordman" he is someone who haunted this site at one time(?) Great imagery.
Tom

[Chris]

Such are perceived realities and yet some can rebreath the life they lived, the back thens as fresh as our nows.

[wordman]

damn have you been to my house? great write i see you have met david demers from ill
he is a sick piece of s**t! i have his ugly photo,his address and phone number i also have the e mail address of the officer that busted his sorry a*s the last time he visited our site,i pressed charges against him

[Monday Parker]

Whos david demers ? I am kinda confused.

[wordman]

a troll on here for a couple years,i filed charges against him a few months ago the police went to his house and busted him he attacks about 8 writers here,he was gone but now he`s back he was tk little

[Monday Parker]

Oh... Did he comment on my poem?

[wordman]

he was probably after me,trying to make people mad that comments on my poems
you are a great writer,if you saw his picture you would know he is crazy,literally

[The Twin Arenas]

woah this is old. you still write? "Pictures of Africa" is a nice line. I like the caps.

[Monday Parker]

Hello, Thanks for the read. Yes....This is an older one. I am still writing. Thank you for the add. Have a good day. :)

[Inject Positivity]

Mysterious one......Loved it......

[Kaylor Mason]

This poem reminds me of walking through a horrid nursing home. Human beings aren't created to live that long, in my opinion

[William]

nostalgic and melancholy. your description is superb, if a bit overdone in places. i really, really like this one, and the feelings it gives. you weave a story with your words that i want to know more about. good job.

possibly, you may want to edit these two parts:

"With filled crossword puzzles& Pictures of Africa" might be "with filled crossword puzzles and pictures of Africa"
and also, here, "You're cracking old veined knees " would probably be "your cracking old-veined knees", unless you meant "you are cracking old veined knees" which wouldn't make much sense, but to each his/her own.

so yeah... i loved the feelings and i love the description. good job, as usual, and keep writing! you're an inspiration.

[fireblossom]

Well done. You are a woman of depth and perception. You describe the cycle of life at least the way it is for many. I felt the deterioration of flesh and matter under the press of time.

Again...well done.