Sunday, August 2, 2015

The Last Echo

And so the darkness leads to somber sway,
as graphite smudge on pristine page takes bloom;
avoiding past mistakes that would consume
or left to build could eat this soul  away.

My comprehension falters, starts to fray—
while searching for some purity of soul
I seek to find contentment to be whole
as stillness over-rides the end of day.

© Ginny Brannan 2015

A dear friend of mine recently shared a poem which inspired this, sort of an echo back to his thoughts and words.


  1. Introspective, deep and heart-squeezing. Beautiful work, m'dear. Hugs from the other side of the mountains.


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