Echoes. Merril tending the bar at dVerse has asked us to consider “echoes” and use it in a poem. If you’d like to take part, hurry!, because I know I may be sliding in just beneath the wire.
Past Echoes
Listen: “I’m out walking, after midnight “
reverberates as the cold slices inward
the sky suffused purple with high clouds
and the sounds,
ones recognized from forever
from another State so many years ago
walking a different dog
viewing the lights in the apartments
convinced the occupants lived marvelous, extravagant
Happy
lives.
The sounds, the beltway traffic,
only diminishing in heavy snowfall
not tonight
when it echoes
like waves breaking
and that traffic out on 95
pretending it’s the ocean.
The distance across the years falls.
A kid again with all of her life ahead.
All the dreams, hopes, loves.
And the traffic echoes
as drivers navigate lives not mine.
Engines, tires, like waves breaking.
And I dream of summer
tomorrow
warm sunshine and sleep
sand hot.
Snow falls softly
soundlessly.
Sleep.
end
Sascha Darlington
A dreamy, musing echoing–past echoing onto present into future. Thanks for sliding in. 🙂
Thank you, Merril. Very sorry for the late response.
I am so behind all the time on posts, so no need to apologize. 😀
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I like how the lights from apartments suggest people living happy lives lived there.
Thank you so much, Frank. I apologize for the late response.
The way you walk around imagining that the life inside those windows is better is so true… I wonder if someone looking out and wanting to be someone walking their dog.
I hadn’t thought of that but it’s true. The grass is greener and all that. Thank you, Bjorn. And, I apologize for the late response.