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This house—
Recently widowed and sorrowful—
Is empty without her
The walls wail, piercing the forever quiet
No more shuffling about
No more barking
No more flicking of a pink tongue along fur
No more clanking of collar and tags
Nothing but deadly silence
Though this is my childhood dwelling
I feel as though it is unfamiliar, lifeless
Scorched by missing fragments
The walls wail
Chipping and peeling
Pieces of plaster plummeting
Into the magma flow of the old red rug
Furniture becoming brittle and wobbly
Milk curdling in the carton
Fruits and vegetables spoiling in the bins
Everything
Has gone to hell
Leaving only
The lament of the pale bell
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COPYRIGHT 2014, William Barker
All my work has copyrights
with the Library of Congress.
No usage without my permission
regardless of circumstance.
Recently widowed and sorrowful—
Is empty without her
The walls wail, piercing the forever quiet
No more shuffling about
No more barking
No more flicking of a pink tongue along fur
No more clanking of collar and tags
Nothing but deadly silence
Though this is my childhood dwelling
I feel as though it is unfamiliar, lifeless
Scorched by missing fragments
The walls wail
Chipping and peeling
Pieces of plaster plummeting
Into the magma flow of the old red rug
Furniture becoming brittle and wobbly
Milk curdling in the carton
Fruits and vegetables spoiling in the bins
Everything
Has gone to hell
Leaving only
The lament of the pale bell
============================
COPYRIGHT 2014, William Barker
All my work has copyrights
with the Library of Congress.
No usage without my permission
regardless of circumstance.
This poem was written after I lost my dog CASEY, whom was in my life for 15 years. I wrote it on a piece of printer paper from my Dad's computer after just stopping back at my parent's house to pick something up, but being so devastated to not have Casey there to greet me.
© 2011 - 2024 PursuingTheCerberus
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I'm loving the repetition of "No more" in the second stanza. It brings to mind that hopelessness that comes when your thoughts spiral and you think about everything you've lost.
Beautifully done.
Beautifully done.