Echoes in mind

By threeleafshamrock

Wed, 21 Apr 2010
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Door opened, I step in...almost warily.

The stagnant smell of loneliness, bathes my senses
and washes over my skin, like a chill breeze.

Rooms, full of emptiness.

Fireplace cold, stark; lifeless!

Silent memories, echo off the walls,
floors and ceilings of my mind.

Ghostly images, flitting through doors
that I thought closed; bolted; safe!

Emotions sweeping, rising to swirl, as dust
caught in a rogue ray, leaking through
carelessly drawn curtains.

A sigh of relief, escapes, as I find that
I can still recall your face.

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Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
Hi chris, there is something about empty houses, isn't there? I enjoyed this, although it's very sad. xx

 

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Thanks Insert, yea, it still feels weird. It's like a body without a soul; takes some getting used too. Glad you liked ;) XXX

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
This is beautiful Chris. I love the structure - the short two/one line stanzas really work. I hope you and your family are managing to find piece, and again, I'm so glad you feel able to write about Kathleen - and I think she is too ;) Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Ditto what has already been said, Chris. This really is beautiful but so, so poignant. Hang on in there. Tina xxx

 

Submitted by shoe on
To me the last line says it all, people live on in our hearts, you put it into words so eloquently.xxx