Echoes
Echoes
Of the heart
Of the soul
Of lives lived and
Taken
Ghosts wander
And wonder
Are they
The dead?
Our dreams unachieved?
Our loves lost?
Our selves,
Less than we would wish?
The house welcomes all
The house gives them voice
And home
A place to contemplate
Who
What
Why
They are
The house pays for such
Generosity
By being shunned
Feared
Consumed by the
Worries and woes
Of the echoes therein
But
A house's very being
Is to contain
And nurture
Even if doing so
Elicits fear
Echoes wonder
And wander
Its halls
The house is haunted
By its own purpose
YOU ARE READING
Cornucopia
PoetryWelcome to the Poets Pub!! This collection is for poems our members have written and would like to share with everyone. For all the details read on...
