Inspiration from this photo by Chris Kaan
Were you once filled with people and happy noise?
A home to hopes, dreams, and imaginings
What stories could you tell
Of the happy chaos between your walls?
Where are your people now?
What became of their hopes?
Who now knows their dreams?
Do they think back to this, their old home?
Sad and forlorn and abandoned
Now you sit lost and empty
Slowly reclaimed by the earth
Rendered back to dust
I wonder if I were to sit near
If I would be able to hear
A ghost of an echo
Of a once happy noise?
Borrowing my photographic muse, I see.
. You can just hear the words fill your head when you look at his work, can’t you?
Yep. You have influenced me.
This one just spoke to me on some kind of subliminal level. I was just the receiver, delivering the words to the keyboard.
I understand that, completely. Especially with Chris’s work.
And does this mean you are going to start writing sensual poems
I think I’ll leave that to you.