For Lease

The sign surrendered long ago,
it now hangs loose, bored,
content to let the wind
push it around,
rattle its chains,
rusted but resilient;
Harold J Crowley & Sons
Picture Framers.

Inside, still silent air yearns
for an open door, a breeze,
a voice, the smell of glue,
a creaking floorboard,
a broom to agitate,
activity,
not just a scattered pile
of unopened mail.

The morning sun throws shafts of light
illuminating dust,
suspended in time,
drifting through faint
echoes of lost dreams
now half-obscured
by peeling window paint,
graffiti, and shadows.

(from Silence… – my collection of poems)

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon)

3 Responses to For Lease

  1. bejamin4 says:

    Very nice work. That last stanza flowed beautifully!

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