She pauses at a post,
Lost in a vast cavern;
Shapes form and melt
In the yellowing haze
Of ancient lanterns.
Familiar faces nod in passing,
Eyes downcast,
Hurrying to an assignation.
Will they meet again
In a hall of mirrors,
Or is this the final destination?
She gathers fragments
Of her scattered thoughts
As echoes come and ghost
‘Round the cracking halls…
Footsteps of the mind.
~*~
Great poem, Paula. “Footsteps of the mind” Excellent.
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Thanks 🙂
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You are welcome!
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Perfect poem.
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Thanks 🙂
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You’re welcome 😊
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Beautifully written Paula. “Footsteps of the Mind” is a perfect title.
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Thank you! It was from another prompt 🙂
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They blended well together.
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As echoes come and ghost
‘Round the cracking halls…
Wow. Liked that one a lot.
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Thanks!
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Oooo WOW, this is Brilliant–loved it!!
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Thanks! 💖
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Always welcome!
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Wow, this is brilliant!
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Thanks! ❤️
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Very beautiful! ❤
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Thanks! 🙂
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I love the sounds in this.
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Thank you 🙂
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You are most welcome Paula
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So meditative!
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Thank you 🙂
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