Footsteps echo louder
In an empty room
Bare bulbs burn brighter
When shades are removed
Theres a quaintness
Within the walls
Memories etched
Past recalled.
Written in the aura
Within the air breathed
Recollection brought to mind
A gentle tap upon the sleeve
Of what has gone before
The marks where pictures hung
The scuff marks on the door
When you were young.
Beneath each painted wall
A hidden other colour
Like pages in a book
A different time to smother
The layers of a past
So many times engrained
Footsteps echo louder
Each memory retraced.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Good write N. An empty bus shelter too? Did the bus pick up the people, or did they go home, tired of waiting for it to arrive?! lol.
its a derelict shelter, with a few skeletons of people who waited too long for that no 7 lol
lol
A poem of reminders of the past. It is interesting how many marks bring back memories of times past and occurrences forgotten. A well written piece
thanking you, always appreciated
You are most welcome
It's strange how an empty room can conjure up such feeling.
Yet, it needs to be empty to get the taste of what was before.
The layers of paint, wallpaper, little scribbles on the wall, they all say something.
so true, thanks for reading, always appreciated
“The marks where pictures hung” really stayed with me, Norman. Such a small detail, yet it instantly carries absence, time, and memory all together. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind, thanking you and much appreciated
Lovely write
thanking you, much appreciated
Wonderful poem about memories.
much appreciated thanking you for read
Those memories from empty rooms are so inspiring Norman.
Andy
so true my friend, many thanks for reading, always appreciated
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