leaving home

Not Yet a Bust

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on . Posted in General-Literary Poems, Life Lessons Poems

0 Flares Filament.io 0 Flares ×
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

wyeth, andrew big room 1948

Image: Big Room by Andrew Wyeth

In the end, we left the room quite empty.
Cold, save for the errant ray
of day-old sun that filtered past the pane.

The brighter beams were gone or graying now.
Reprised in dust and shadow,
a sinking nod to joys that once had been.

But all was never lost, could not be lost.
Soft hints of sweetness lingered on the walls.
Distilled from cracks and faded spots of color,
where love and tears and memory remained.

I left a tray of fruit upon the table.
Summoned our childish voices once again.

0 Flares Twitter 0 Facebook 0 Google+ 0 StumbleUpon 0 Pin It Share 0 Filament.io 0 Flares ×

Tags: , , , , , , ,

All material ©copyright of Susan Noyes Anderson

Website designed, developed and optimized by Kat & Mouse

0 Flares Twitter 0 Facebook 0 Google+ 0 StumbleUpon 0 Pin It Share 0 Filament.io 0 Flares ×