Filters

 

Big Room, 1948,  by Andrew Wyeth

Afternoon light filters the once upon a dreams
Abandoned farmhouse letting go of days gone by
Filled, once, with lives who moved downstream
 
Memories held fast in the bricks, mortar and beams
There, to recall, with a melancholy sigh
Afternoon light filters the once upon a dreams

Love happened here, as well as sorrowed screams
Lives at once ordinary but somehow gone awry
Filled, once, with lives who moved downstream
 
All has become sepia toned …ashened…gone the gleam
Secrets, deceits, untruths..never revealed by-and-by
Afternoon light filters the once upon a dreams
 
Empty and hollow, a sour taste it would seem
How is it people falter, trip and choose to deny
Filled, once, with lives who moved downstream
 
This house could have been a home with a melodic theme
Yes…tidy, kept clean…orderly, just so, but lacked an ally
Afternoon light filters the once upon a dreams
Filled, once, with lives who moved downstream

Used this painting as a prompt for a villanelle.

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