If Only Walls Could Talk

It’s true you know,

Walls can talk.

So I’ve been told,

By a beautiful rose.

You’ll have to listen,

Listen very closely.

Put your ears against the wall,

Use a stethoscope if you must.

Listen to the wooden heart,

Standing proud and tall.

A rough soul, rendered smooth,

Layers of paint, every hue.

Covering up dusty memories,

Of hearts lost, through years of cavities.

Like the old Wailing Wall,

You’re walking along a history hall.

Your secrets, one and all,

They’ve heard every gasp.

Your children’s moans,

And your lover’s groans.

 

Ivor Steven.

Special thanks to Poet Rummager, my friend Rose, being my the inspiration to write this poem, after a recent conversation we had, mentioning to me, that walls do talk !!