Monday, July 14, 2014

The Last Few--By David Austin--United States

The Last Few

The old, empty house    just next door.
They say it’s gutted, pipes and all.
It’s boarded-up now    sad    ghostly,
The metamorphosis over a long period

Walking by one day I wonder at the wealth of
Roses by the front sidewalk
Life goes on
And I catch at the realization

Such a wealth of flowers,
Such beauty fronting the ugly old place
I smooth a petal with one finger, deep in thought
Oh yes, the last few will be searching

David Austin is professional violinist and teacher, who communicates through poetry. He has played with the Cincinnati Symphony, taught at Colorado College and various public schools. He is a published author, who has been writing poetry and novels for over 40 years. His pride and joy is a shelter in which he feeds and cares for animals.  David is a member of Poetry Soup.

7 comments:

  1. Hi David, so good to read you here on this Whispers on-line journal. Your poem echoes a beautiful resonance and there always seems to be a certain sadness left regarding an empty house or building, its reminders of life the foliage still blooming and seemingly a cruel reminder of the tears and laughter that once were....... thanks for sharing this masterpiece. Sheri / www.poetryandbeyond.net

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  2. Hi David. Thank you for sharing this gifted and nice poem. I really enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing. Continued blessings!

    Hi Patricia. Good to see you here on Whispers again. I loved reading your poem. I like the format and meaning. Very nice. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)

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  3. Dear David,

    A great reflective poem on how life moves on but the reminders of the beautiful memories that stay within. Thank you for sharing your poetry with us.

    Sandra

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  4. Very beautiful; instills a pensive mood; great final two lines where the message comes across powerfully yet elegantly. // paul

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  5. Dear Daver,
    What an image of the old house you create. Then, to find a rose growing in front of it, you take us both to the past (when it was planted) and the future (where it still may grow). Absolutely beautiful! A favorite of mine, sweet friend.

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  6. I have missed reading you Daver!!! Again, your insight goes beyond words...

    Rhoda Galgiani
    Expresssions Poetry Journal
    chesakat1.blogspot.com

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  7. Dave:
    .....what a great concept...the roses continuing to bloom faithfully as if trying to hide the house's shabby facade.....the sense of years passing is vivid.
    Enjoyed your poem very much.
    SuZ

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