Fallen Dreams – A Metaphor – August 8, 2014

Björn 6

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright-Björn Rudberg

Fallen Dreams – A Metaphor

Under an escarpment
Abandoned by men
Sits a fairy tale mansion
Telling a lonesome tale.
A house but not a home,
Though the view, magnificent.
An edifice to vanity
Built in times of opulence,
Where now lies poverty.
What is its story,
I wonder and I meditate,
Was it to be the future palace
A home of dynasties?
Unforgiving time
Tells its own story.
Wayward vegetation,
Slowly reclaims the land once taken,
Leaving vague shadows of aspirations
And my lazy speculation
Of long lost dreams,
And leftovers of time.

 

Friday Fictioneers August 8, 2014

 

22 thoughts on “Fallen Dreams – A Metaphor – August 8, 2014

    • Having lived in Italy so long it kind of like a second nature to think about odd places and why they’r there. Thans for the fine comment, I enjoyed it very much.

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    • Thanks for the comment .. will look into it … I haven’t edited it yet and so you’re probably right about the commas! Glad you enjoyed it even through the distraction 🙂

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  2. I loved the poem. It’s not uncommon to see old houses that were once elegant become victims of neglect and disrepair as neighborhoods change over time. I often wonder about the stories they could tell if only their walls could talk.

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