Shuttered Windows

Of what lies behind

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Shuttered windows

The absence of any corporeal presence

Is counterbalanced by the ethereal essence

Of the Human Spirits still in residence

In forlorn foyers and empty rooms

Vacant eyes peer in unspoken plaint

through dust hazed windows...

seeking the solace of eternal memories

Of long passed children…and weeping widows

Clock long stopped pon dusty mantel

Hands posed o’er numerals Roman

No longer giving...and long past caring

Of the duty of time and chiming of man

Dust motes that caper in fairy dance fashion

Forming in miniature...galaxies and universes

Inquisitive rays of sunshine that leak through

And peek through the regimented rows

Of the slats in tidily ordered lines

In sombre repose behind

…`Shuttered windows...

Author's Note

Free verse at it's worst