Shuttered Windows Poem by David Whalen

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`Shuttered windows

The absence of any corporeal presence
Is counterbalanced by the ethereal essence
Of the Human Spirits still in residence
In forlorn foyers and empty rooms

Vacant eyes peer in unspoken plaint
through dust hazed windows...
seeking the solace of eternal memories
Of long passed children…and weeping widows

Clock long stopped pon dusty mantel
Hands posed o'er numerals Roman
No longer giving...and long past caring
Of the duty of time and chiming of man

Dust motes that caper in fairy dance fashion
Forming in miniature...galaxies and universes
Inquisitive rays of sunshine that leak through
And peek through the regimented rows
Of the slats in tidily ordered lines
In sombre repose behind
…`Shuttered windows...

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