one single impression: this week’s topic suggested by snow white is empty.
located in the most northeast corner of texas where only the wind and fields exist one could hear the telling of abandoned stories so close to home….
remnants of a house
pardon the passive rooms
conscious with the corruptible
wide open window
watching for a future
forever expecting
spirit shadows soaring
waving wings on their way
gold droppings falling fast
being bare of color
vacant wild ramblings roar
smell a rift beguile time
benevolent white clouds bend
hot with heat the sun prevails
delicate dizzy seeds ignite
messy with meaning
intermittent sticky notes
written with a wiry flare
found by fortuity
a hundred years later
the paled paper speaks of age
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
i love this!! but then, i’m partial to abandoned houses too. the stories these empty places could tell us. wonderful post. have a great day.
Ah, a hundred years later is so cool. I always loved old places, especially castles growing up in England, many whispering dreams.
Very beautiful. Such wonderful imagery conveyed 🙂
This is just wonderful! You have such a gift.
Hugs Ms. Pie, G
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the paled paper speaks of age….beutiful ending for an interesting poem…!
I love old houses, always think it’s sad when they’re unlived in – you portrayed this one well.
a hundred years later
the paled paper speaks of age
Nice!
Wow this is incredible. I love:
messy with meaning
intermittent sticky notes
written with a wiry flare
It does, indeed.
wide open window
watching for a future
forever expecting
these three lines could have been the whole poem.
great words!
m