A Distant Echo
Trapped under the ice
No one can hear you scream.
The sound you made, held
as if between two sheets of glass.
Melt waters carry it far away
To be heard as a distant echo
From a lost time.
A repeating pattern of cosmic design
Nothing is lost, nothing goes to waste
All held within the ticking arms of a clock.
We return, newly made to walk in the
same footsteps we made long ago.
Nothing escapes Earth’s gravity
It merely changes…
©AnitaDawes2024
I’m cold!
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Yes, change is the only constant.
I know that change is impossible to avoid, but I for one, wish I could…
There will be a time in our lives where it’s the last one. I surmise then we’ll finally be at peace.
I sincerely hope that it’s worth the wait, Susi…
Same!
chilling
I found it very sad, poignant even, Annette…
A very timely poem. I am feeling the same. Best wishes, Michael
Deeper than the weather, I thought, Michael…
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