A new poem

Directive

Sent to the source,
to forest paths
again overgrown,
rutted fields,
falling clapboard skeletons
which once held home,

to shotgun Victorians
breathing out
dust of worn brick,

to peeling paint
and wrap of rust,

to the archive
of careworn artifacts
which remember
another’s touch,

which wait for us
to remember our ghosts.

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3 thoughts on “A new poem

  1. love it … expressed so well because you have combined your wonderful way with words with your understanding of the work you do and the meaning it has to people. A lovely poem!

  2. Sent to the source,

    From forest corridors
    overgrown

    fields, rutted

    falling clapboard skeletons
    once home

    to shotgun Victorians
    breathing out
    dust of worn brick

    to peeling paint
    wrap of rust

    to the archive
    of careworn artifacts
    remembering a touch,
    waiting wait for us
    to remember
    our ghosts.

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