Long have I refused
to renovate this apartment
the rusted parapet,
hold back memories
of damp solitude
escaping down
the never-ending stairs.
Today, for one last time,
I soak in those moments
of an almost forgotten yore,
the red brick walls plead
as I pull away
tear stained curtains.
Tomorrow, these walls will
be painted white,
to start afresh,
as I will let in
a new tenant.
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i love this…
hold back memories of damp solitude…
lovely
ha. its cool…and i wonder if you are even talking about a building or if it is you that is getting the touch up…and letting another inside your heart….
Ah new beginnings…I'm going through a white phase myself…
Well penned,Rajlakshmi:)
Awesome thoughts!
written just perfectly, just beautifully bringing through all finer nuances in simple words!
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Flows like a river, this one .. Loved the twist in the end :)))
I love the progression of time in your poem. It's really how our memory, addiction to old, unwillingness to change works…~ Enjoyed. ~ Thanks for stopping by 🙂
Just wonderful!
Ah, renewal! I love it!