Poem -
If Ruins Could Speak
If ruins could speak
Would they weep for a past
where they stood tall ?
Would they call out the names
that once adored their stone ?
If ruins could speak
Would they crumble to dust
at the thought of always being alone ?
Forced to stand strong
Never to moan
Never to weep
If ruins could speak…
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All ruins felt better back in their youth. Especially the ones with two feet.😉
Nice work Gwen.
JP
Thanks JP, I agree people can be like ruins x
Gwen this is a beautiful piece. What is gone is gone leaving only the ruins behind. Strange then that when concerning great grief it is standard to think the ruins should rebuild themselves...hmmm...
seems to me that in nature the ruins continue to crumble...so why should the human heart be any different...hugs Xx
Hello Marion, thanks so much for reading. You are right of course. I think people can be like ruins. Certain things in life just force us to crumble and nothing can fix it. Yet the world expects you to be strong, keep standing tall and not grumble about what grieves you. Hugs xx
Lovely, Gwen. I felt this. I feel that ruins are constantly trying to speak to me but are constantly shushed. A very thought-provoking write.
Hello Brittany, so sorry I almost missed your comment on my page. Thanks so very much for dropping by and leaving your wonderful words against my poem. I think there is so much we have yet to discover about energy and how it works. Also how we are all connected. Thank you for sharing with me your experience with this. I hope 2023 brings you much joy x
I feel just the same! Thank you so much 😊❤ I hope 2023 brings you many wonderful moments for you to hold dear.
I have a feeling that they do .. they just do it when folk are listening for a tree falling in a forest somewhere .. thoroughly enjoyed ma'am & then some ..
p.s.
Now that you have found your pen, I hope you hang on to it x
Lol Nev thank you for the smiles that brought a chuckle out of my grumpy face :)
typing is easier than art right now. Thanks for your encouragement to keep going x
Your right.
ruins within, can ruin everything.
Repair is impossible if you are forced to crumble to dust.
🌹🌹🌹🌹
Lucky souls are indestructible.
Almost missed this sorry Liliana 💗 I love your words, and yes thank goodness energy cannot die ⭐️ thanks so much for your thoughtful words xx
oh! but they do! in a frequency that people dismiss! only the infrequent can hear.} nice write Gwen!.......................................................................Jim
Wonderful comment Jim :) many thanks for your wisdom x
I often think about this when visiting castles. The stories they could tell. The secrets they hold. The sights they've seen. Your thoughts about this has been written into a thing of beauty. Gorgeous poem x