Mirrors and Echoes
By: Eve Estelle
Lights, life, and voices sound...
...One, two, three-four, five...
Silence lends its hand of peace...
...One, two...
Footfalls pound against the ground...
...One...
O herein lies the barren lease.
Shifting sands of time.
Tick, tick, tick, tock...
Melodies linger in the hearts
Of patrons,
Ages pass through solid stone;
Love is found where love is lost,
Late might be our weary bones,
But wasted not; O open eyes.
What beauty in death!
Author's note: Long time no see! This was just a "quick" write (meaning, while it still took an annoying amount of time to pull words out of my arse, not as much went into it & many of these lines are experimental/may not even make sense), inspired by a visit to my local dead mall. Ah, memories.
Happy belated Halloween, as well as upcoming Thanksgiving! Enjoy your November. We just had our first snow of the season yesterday.
We just had our first snow as well! And now a cold spell has followed in its wake, and it feels like I'm chilled all the time. Even in my own house. With fuzzy socks. Under layers and layers of blankets.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem! I especially like the line "Love is found where love is lost."
Eleanor | On the Other Side of Reality
Ahaha! Yeah, the weather elves were just kinda like, "Bob, flick the switch! Fall's over now." lol. Very quick. Mmm, fuzzy socks (an upside to the cold). :D
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Beautiful poetry! I love this. I love how you got inspired by your local dead mall x)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Heena! <3 LOL, I know, it was actually pretty weird seeing a big, empty storefront that I used to browse... Felt like there was still so much potential in there, though.
DeleteThis is beautiful. <3
ReplyDelete~Kathryn
Thank you, Kathryn! Glad you like it. :)
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