We were young once.

We were young once.

A Poem by Crossroads
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A man goes back to his abandoned childhood home thinking about his parents.

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Image result for abandoned back porch

There spirits rest in the cemetery floor.
Though of prior years, I still recall
There inside the peeling back-door
Their younger voices 
that speak no more.

The back porch swing's a rusted thing.
The see-saw now lies still.
Our youth, so seems, like only a dream.
Old photo frames 
display us three 

Yet sadly - 
all that's left is me.

© 2020 Crossroads


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A series of moments, a monochrome collage superbly captured in time. Delightfully penned & much appreciated....N

Posted 3 Years Ago


Crossroads

3 Years Ago

Thanks so much Neville.
Neville

3 Years Ago

Win win then. All Good Things, N
Sad and poignant and so beautiful. I have no words to describe the depth of emotion you invoked in my heart with your words. ⚘

Posted 3 Years Ago


Crossroads

3 Years Ago

Thank you DIVYA.
deeply painful and vivid imagery. The loss is as much profound as much powerful the memories are.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Crossroads

3 Years Ago

Thank you for the review Queen.
you can go back home,but you can never go back in time..profound write,great imagery

Posted 4 Years Ago


Crossroads

4 Years Ago

Thank you.
Detailed imagery...that truly captivates the reader.
It is sometimes difficult to go back to that place of our youth.
Memories overflow and thoughts are endless.
Your expression is extraordinary.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Crossroads

4 Years Ago

Thank you very much. :)
I loved this, you have a fantastic way of summing everything up that would mean so much to others not just yourself, memories, loss, melancholy, love, heartache...fantastic- this is really wonderful i'm picture my gran and auntie whilst they were alive bickering away as they did bringing their memories back to life and it's brilliant.:)

Posted 4 Years Ago


Crossroads

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much KT. I'm happy you enjoyed it. :)
FIRST IMPRESSIONS

Firstly, I stared at the image for a long while. There was so much sombre beauty in the photograph. I was wondering if it was something you got off the internet or took yourself. Either way, it complimented the poem very well.

CONTENT AND FORMAT

I envisioned the speaker as a middle aged man or woman that returned to her family home. There were memories in the house; a familial ruin and tomb. The narrator was caught in a nostalgia for her parents or perhaps grandparents given the word "elderly." As I read and absorbed each line, my felt as though an anchor sunk my heart. I gained a personal connection to this poem for I dread the day my elderly parents pass away. A little piece has been taken from the writer.

CLOSING THOUGHTS

Overall, this poem embodied tragic beauty. Unfortunately, I have not sensed hope in the general tone. Therefore, I would like to offer some light into its content. The balance of life and death is a difficult subject; it is a burden and a gift. A part of our soul will be taken by loved ones who die before us, but those pieces are preserved in our souls; the reflections are held in the photographs or memories. Thank you for sharing!

sincerely,
ria

Posted 4 Years Ago


Crossroads

4 Years Ago

an excellent review Ria. Indeed it is about a man who comes back to his old abandoned home where his.. read more
Vria P Crow

4 Years Ago

You are very welcome. :D Awe. I am sure you review just as well.
The weight of your words rest heavy upon my heart. What an extraordinary piece of work this is!

Posted 4 Years Ago


Crossroads

4 Years Ago

I thank you.
Very fine work, it is about siblings yes?

Posted 4 Years Ago


Crossroads

4 Years Ago

Thank you. It's about a man going back to his mother and father's house now abandoned. (their elderl.. read more
Tony

4 Years Ago

Oh yes, that makes perfect sense, my only wish is that it was longer! If you have time, I would love.. read more
Crossroads

4 Years Ago

I always try and return the favor. I'll be there when I can.

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