History, Lost in a Statue

There is a bust of an old man
kept in an alcove in the study,
only of passing interest to visitors,
barely worth the fuss of dusting.

If asked, a version of history
could be recited: he was a striking
figure and a prominent man — the first
in the family — in the community.

His rod-straight posture is remembered,
and the arrogance of having more
than enough and nothing to prove,
power, influence and a legacy.

Lost is the story of the man, a miserable
soul with a wish unfulfilled, unrecorded
are the nightly journeys where he would go
to the paths of youth to seek the sound

of her sweet song, aloft on the wind again.



For the Sunday Whirl

Shared at Poets United



Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts

8 responses to “History, Lost in a Statue

  1. Lately the thought of stories lost–unrecorded–have been on my mind–this piece reinvigorates this for me

  2. a story well told..and you used the whirlie words so well too:)

  3. You have to leave a legacy… …!

  4. I know not what to make of him. You make me ponder his intent and consider his character. That is good writing. Still, I know not what to make of him.

  5. Gosh, I felt the melancholy in these words this week too. I’m glad I wasn’t the only one. Well done. 🙂

  6. Mr. Windham, I bow to your acumen. A tremendously wonderful poem you’ve penned here. Excellence, Mark. Sheer excellence!

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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