Echo’s Just Don’t Lie
The big house empty
now echoes
like a foundry with
its molten
pools of golden light
and
individually discarded
memories
each now falling,
but slowly upwards
in cascades ..
And yet despite the
absence
of any lilies
in the garden and us
being
on the cusp of yet
another summer ..
This is how
love feels when on the
verge
of its being broken ..
Yes love
do come listen to these
echoes calling ..
they have
a secret for you darling ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Good write N.
Easter Sunday Cheers to thee Mr. O
I like the way you have expressed yourself in this . Love can be so beautiful but so sad when fading and disappearing .
A lovely writing )
thank you Violet bluebell .. and a happy Easter Sunday to you & yours my friend .... Neville
Echos don't lie - they just repeat themselves but that's not always a bad thing where true love is concerned.
absolutely bloomin write .. cheers Michael .............. N
You set the scene here.
The empty house tells a story, the flowers that once grew now withered and dead, followed by the memories as the door closes.
thank you Paul, that'll do nicely sir ................................ N
The house of love is a haunted place with ghosts sudden shrieks causing us to shudder when entered alone but for the memories.
A haunting piece indeed.
ta DA n truly sir ......... N
Love this. I can see the house and hear your footsteps as you walk through the empty rooms and hear the sad echoes sighing.......
then that's just perfect Roz .. thank you my friend ... N 🙂
Those echoes can resound in your mind for eternity Neville.
Andy
they can that Andy ... & who knows, maybe even beyond ... N
Yooooooooo. Yoooooo. These metaphors, "like a foundry," "pools of golden light." I literally adore this poem. It's truly a bittersweet sense I get, like a move that hurts, but it's a change for the better. Great job dear poet!
and you Rocky are far too generous for words .. but do ya hear me complaining .. nah of course not my friend ... thank you so much for reading into me .... Neville
Echoes , yes the echoes breeze through the air, let their whispers speak truth...
Beautiful always... Depth and heartfelt emotions
thanks Dove me luv .................. tis mighty good to see you here .. I so hope you are well .. Neville
Indeed I am, best to you
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