From Hallowed Halls

Mike Powers
From hallowed halls, where poets rhymed,
And writers wrote their words sublime
Fewer voices; a cold wind blows-
Within its walls are sad echoes
Resonating happier times.

This house o'erflowed, when in its prime,
With febrile pens and fertile minds
Whose words burst forth in great salvos
From hallowed halls.

Where are they going? Can we find
All those who sang and wrote and rhymed?
They're departing; should we follow?
Shall we remain? Or must we go?
Or on us will a new light shine
From hallowed halls?

Published by Mike Powers

Winner of the 2010 Best of AC Award in the Books category, I am a freelance writer with extensive experience writing online book, movie, and music reviews, poetry, short stories, and other articles of gener...  View profile

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  • Phyllis Wheeler3/12/2011

    Well done :)

  • Memmay Moore3/9/2011

    So nice.

  • James Fenelius3/8/2011

    Well done!

  • Sherri Granato3/8/2011

    Excellent work. Fertile minds are creative minds.

  • Nancy P. Goodman, in Tennessee3/7/2011

    good one and congrats on the Hot 500 award! I got one too!

  • Lorena Richie3/7/2011

    deep and moving! very good :)

  • Maria Malone3/7/2011

    such a beautiful poem.

  • Vonda J. Sines3/7/2011

    Still deciding whether to depart. I think I have carpal tunnel from having to hit the log in button each and every time I want to comment.

  • Harriet Steinberg3/6/2011

    Jack Wellman's remarks says it all.

  • Harriet Steinberg3/6/2011

    Jack Wellman's remarks says it all.

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