i hear the sound of echoes
from thoughts i left behind
thoughts which are forgotten
lingering only through echoes
faint the sounds remain
haunts within the mind
caresses for the inner ear
reminders of something unknown
the question that rises is
should i wonder about them
or simply let them fade
as forgotten for a reason
tickles across the brain
make ignoring impossible
teases at my awareness
demands for attention
too much time spent with recall
in the struggle for their return
but only the echoes reply
it is truly difficult getting old
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
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