Abandoned Writers Cafe

Empty rooms in empty halls.

Accounts silent - long abandoned

the words bankrupt

vacant fronts of creativity 

washed over; hollow; run down.

Verbs sway on rusted hinges

the strains of old poems

cross pages like tumbleweeds.

Profiles shuttered - desolate

unopened for years, collect dust

while messages to forgotten friends

go unanswered

Pinned to a page 

like wanted posters

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I still visit the profiles of old friends here, some that I know seldom if ever, revisit the site. Others are departed from life itself. I revisit their comments on my posts on other sites as well. I'll find one and say, well, wasn't that nice? This is eloquently poignant. I enjoyed and I relate. F.

[Relic]

Thanks for reading, Fabian. :)

[Red Brick Keshner]

As do I. They are like monoliths on a partways barren land.

[Samuel Dickens]

This is a very good musing on the subject. I sometimes look at friend's profiles who haven't been around for years and wonder about them. Secretly, I hope they've just lost interest and not... well, you know.

[Relic]

I do know what you mean Sam. Thank you. :)

[Jimmy Yetts]

Poignant, haunting and deeply touching.
A stunning creation, Relic.

[Relic]

Thank you Jimmy. :)

[Sheila Kline]

Like the waves rolling upon the shore, we have some writers that we've known before who by choice are no longer here, but I wish each a blessing of cheer!

Yes, they come and go. I cherish those who have been a positive part of my writing experience.

I am here, and then gone for a while, yet I always return as this feels a bit like home to me.


Your poem sums up our experience in expert fashion! There are many who have become like family.

Please stay with us; your absence would be noted by this writer!!

[Relic]

Thank you for saying that Sheila. And thank you for the review.

[WoodenChair]

they've all moved to www.pof.com for higher dating success rates

[Relic]

I wouldn't doubt that.

[Vic]

This site can feel a little...abandoned at times. I'm guilty of not logging on for months at a time. Hopefully the lost writers are still writing...elsewhere.

[Relic]

Thank you.

[Ruth]

Over the years so many have closed down shop so to speak...saddening and I do miss a few folk here, I guess the ebbs and flows of life shift positions at times...beautifully woven piece and I can feel the emptiness...superb...

[Relic]

Thank you Poppy.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This made me think in particular about Frieda Pickle who left us because of a troll. Although her writing is no longer visible her memory is. You capture the sentiment in your images, such as rusting hinges that gives pertinent atmosphere to your poem.

[Relic]

I remember her well. Thank you.

[Jon Roggie]

Messages are often like notes in a bottle. Cast into the sea, never knowing if a reply will drift onto the shore.

Still, if you want to write,
the absence of friends should not be a hindrance.

Write,
and share.

[Relic]

Thank you for the review.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes life gets in the way of writing poetry, and for some, like emily dickinson, we write within the crevasses of that life---
especially when it is such a part of us.
don't know what i would do without it...and i miss so many from WC who have come and gone, but find so much inspiration, still, on this site.

really like your last two lines immensely...
j.

[Relic]

Thank you Jacob. I was told Emily barely left her home. What a mind to be able to write such poetry from the confines of her imagination.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

she never got farther than 7 miles from her home...Mt. Holy Oak seminary...

[Relic]

.............Amazing. " Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me." From one of my favorites of hers. I've seen pictures of her childhood home online. It must have been a lonely life.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

she basked in the seclusion...found it hard to keep friends...they couldn't keep up with her intelligence...
she was a recluse...took care of her father's house and wrote...and seemed to be fine with that life...perhaps she wasn't and was lonely...my friend visited that house...looked out her bedroom window on to that graveyard where so many of her friends were buried...the ones who died of consumption when she was a teenager.

[Coyote Poetry]

It is time to write and sometime time to live. I can go a month without writing a poem. Then one day. I can write 10. I was glad to see your words and thoughts. I hope you are enjoying the days of Spring.
Coyote

[Relic]

I am Coyote, thank you. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome and I'm glad.