The Barns Are Falling
Written on 5-24-2000
The barns are falling
Old, decayed, withered
Make up for landscape
Taken for granted
Old, decayed, withered
Make up for landscape
Taken for granted
They are still calling
Bold, arrayed, weathered
Their earth bound boards drape
The heavens, slanted
Caving then stalling
On-hold, delayed, dared
To keep their gross shape
Even though daunted
By times cruel mauling
Fold! Give way! They cared
But now you all gape
And go unwanted
Published by J L Carey Jr
J L Carey Jr, Author of the book Turning Pages, is a writer and an artist living in Michigan with his wife and three children. He holds an MFA in Creative Writing from National University and a BA in Englis... View profile
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8 Comments
Post a CommentThought provoking. More than old barns are falling away...
Sounds like the old barns on my rural property, their tobacco farming hey-day long over.
Always intrigues me how man destroys things, then regrets it later... Another poignant one, Jeff.
Oh so true, I have tore down a few....Not trying to be poetic there just a reality. I live in Indiana and "barn raising" as it's called has became commonplace here. Tear them down and bonfire or sell the lumber for what they get. It's sad to see an industry that fed a nation going bankrupt....not a good thing at all. Great work here thanks!
Best to be standing upwind when one falls. Providing, of course, there is some wind blowing...
Ah, those falling barns, like so many beings that are decaying right in front of our eyes! Like those humans struggling against the ravages of time, they hang on despite the inevitable fall. A genuinely tender and true piece that conjures to mind those beautiful decaying structures that still manage to exist despite the ravages of time, the unyielding elements, and lack of human upkeep. I identify with the sadness in this piece. I feel as though you have an empathic quality that comes out in your poetry. Superior work.
Love the intermingled sense of struggle and desolation here, a sense that what is so important today is just forgotten tomorrow. Could work well as an anology fof forgotten people too. I love old barns, and old buildings falling down in general. (Which I think you know as I think you commented on "Old House.") They show how all our grand plans fall to ruin eventually, that all we work to hard for is so temporary. Yet there is a sense that these old places are rejoining nature or some universal whole too, and there is a sense of peace that comes with that. Sorry. That got kind of wordy!:)
deep thoughts expressed so vividly! enjoyed this