Through time's ghosts, a ghost town.

Through the avenues of time

walls crumbling in decay

house the memories fading

that flickers weak light

in remembrance.

Hearing the wind of life howl

rattling rusty thoughts

that held life's pages

the hands that delivered

break the promise,

letting go...

while a beacon scans

over cemetery grounds

waves caress the rocks

in waiting.

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

I see this in most everything Andrew... my store is filled with spirit echoes in cast forgotten objects waiting to be heard again not lost but not yet found... again:)

[andrew mitchell]

So do I Robert, thank you for your words.

[Pete]

especially strong wording and imagery. was riveted from start to finish. spooky stuff. great write, bravo ... :)

favorite:
Hearing the wind of life howl
rattling rusty thoughts
that held life's pages
the hands that delivered
break the promise,
letting go...

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Pete for your praise.

[Crowley]

So weird that you post this as I am almost 3/4 of the day though listening to The Grapes of Wrath. Abandoned homes and lives, once the backbone of families torn apart by time and entropy. Then the promise of something better when there is no choice but to move on or starve. I know this isn't exactly what you had in mind but its what immediately jumped at me. This is really good, "the hands the delivered, brea the promise" awesome line.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your words Crowley. Wow the Grapes of Wrath would be one of great hardship.

[Crowley]

Sorry bout the typos...takes the edge off

[Pryde Foltz]

while a beacon scans
over cemetery grounds
waves caress the rocks
in waiting.

Some amazing contrast employed here, Andrew. The flow and the stop:) Fantastic:)

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Pryde for your words and visit.

[Einstein Noodle]

oh man! don't want to go there my friend ... makes me think of the slipping of the mind in dementias of one sort or another ... yet knowing that it is happening ... eyouch! and i am also inspired to acknowledge me own mortatlity .. and that temporal things will definitely not be making that final journey with us ... deep and thoughtful presentations me friend! i am making sure i appreciate every breath and memory today ;)
E.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Gene I didnt mean to frighten you. I like ruins especially castle ruins and the sea holds so many tales of mystery and tragedy.

[Einstein Noodle]

;) ..... Ken Simms is on an extended gypsy's journey in his beloved Highlands ... lots of pics .. of just such things ... down yer neck buddy! :)
E.

[Relic]

I'm seeing many things here. Castle walls crumbling with its ghosts still wandering and other sights. You've really improved andrew. Great poem.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Tim, coming up 5 yrs next year on WC and have always admired your high standard of works from the word go.

[Relic]

I appreciate that, andrew. Thanks.

[R.E. Ray]

So many ways to interpret this one, Andrew. I can see many men and women identifying with this one, especially if the live in the wake of a broken marriage. So many memories are made before and after long relationships, and everything after seems a snapshot or song of a shared experience. There's a pain in these lines, but perhaps hope for some, too. A touching poem that whispers in poetic form.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Andrew... a haunting song that stirs my soul...
when pages of a book gather dust... left unopened
for many moons. Memories tucked between the pages
with rose petals and violets. truly, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Pat for your poetic soft flowing words.

[Sami Khalil]

I feel it is talking about Columbus in his heydays and now a ghost of the past. Happy Columbus day by the way sir Mitchell. I feel also those towns discovered and built in Australia and some are vibrant while others are ghostly.

[Sami Khalil]

"Through the avenues of time
walls crumbling in decay
house the memories fading
that flickers weak light
in remembrance."