Beneath the now-incomplete roof
between the scattered walls
of memory and wood
the old radio lies in the dust
and fading light of summer
little left of feelings and thoughts
that were, could-have-been,
remaining in this house
I see you in the once-there-was room
shaded by the no-longer oak
inviting me to join in the silenced music
the radio only singing for you and the breeze
I stand and wait to hear
what you seem to hear
I close my eyes and lift my arms
My skirt shushing in the air, then,
I’m dancing with the ghost you are
NOTE- This was written for Poets Who Blog Interactive’s Poetic Synergy. Original line came from Sara in her poem Beloved.
The sense of loss and lonliness in this poem is intense. It really paints a picture and tells a story in a sad but beautiful way. I liked the new life you gave to my line.
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Ah, you hit me where it hurts!
very melancholy
i don’t know how i missed this.. very nicely woven piece.. i can see it ,, what remains of the world they once inhabited,, and it makes me sad,, as to see them dancing with the ghosts of what once was…
i loved this line.. i used it as well..