A Memory

Written for:  The Sunday Muse #51

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Building is beginning to crumble,
brick by brick. Faded stained
glass recedes into cloudy
window panes. Rumor has it,
a developer has his beady eyes
on it. What will happen? Building
will never be what it was, nor will
it be improved. One day it will
just be gone.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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8 Responses to A Memory

  1. Carrie V. H. says:

    A sad truth that has actually happened many times. Love the direction you went with this Sara.


  2. So true of many old buildings, time demolishes everything in one way or another or maybe it will be sold and revamped; we can only hope.


  3. Ed Rigg says:

    You could be right sadly.
    It takes a lot of money to restore these treasures.
    I know a builder who converted an old church into a large house and lives there.
    Cheers Eddie


  4. Vicki says:

    A sad truth of some beautiful buildings. Great write.


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