Sounds they echo
through the walls
into a corridor
that never ends
an echo of an echo
down the hallway
drifting to ears
unknown.
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Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Persephone
She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
4 responses to “Sounds They Echo [poem #143]”
Amazing!
Thank you!
This reminds me of waiting in the corridor at the hospitalm waiting to see my cancer Soecialist. Which I will be doing very soon. Strange what effect the sounds in the corridor have on you. Though I know your poem was not about that. Good poem
Thank you. I agree, strange sounds.