History's Heart

Tucked in the corner between today and the past

A cabin, sits covered in dust

Its roof made of tin, not meant to last

Now held together by rust

Torn from the pages of history's heart 

It sits on borrowed time

Just waiting for tomorrow to pick it apart

Crippled, and passed its prime

Its cupboards now bare, but for two rusty cans

That sit all alone on its shelf

Hung by the fireplace, some old pots and pans

Just barely a ghost of itself

Its windows now lost to the heat and the cold

It's door, now broken and bent

Its chimney in pieces, the mud wouldn't hold

Its stones now crumbled and spent

Yesterday's shadow, still cast on the ground

As it waits for the seasons to start

It's dying each day, without making a sound

As it's torn from history's heart

Reviews

[Lucia]

Wow. Another incredible poem. Your work inspires me to write stories. It causes me to think of different scenarios that I may or may not have considered before. I really enjoy the imagery that you have created in each stanza. It contributes to the overall meaning and makes this poem that much more striking. I absolutely love the first line, "Tucked in the corner between today and the past" it starts the poem off with a strong beginning, and it immediately caught my attention. This is absolutely great!

[Rusty]

A nice poem, earthy and not heavy.

[Owlgirl]

Wow! Amazing poem! It has a great rhyme scheme, you may want to play around with the syllables is a couple lines to make them fit the flow of the poem, but all together this is a well written, great, poem! The emotion seems to just ebe off the lines and words.