Session 17: Echoes and Whispers

Mike Powers
Moonlight -
Iridescent
Shimmering lunar beams
Gleaming through my upstairs window
Softly.

Nighttime...
In the stillness,
Dark shadows cross my mind
Echoes and whispers of my past
Intrude.

Wakeful,
Restlessly I lie
Staring at the shadows
On the floor; haunted by my thoughts
And dreams.

Slumber -
Elusive sleep - comes calling now.
The silv'ry moonlight pales,
And morning breaks
Anew.

Sunrise,
Haunting reveries now faded;
Shadows disappeared.
Time to greet a
New day.

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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  • Carla M. Swinke4/17/2011

    This is such a wonderful poem. I really like your "Session" pieces. Very deep and amazing work Mike! Keep them coming!

  • Sherri Granato4/13/2011

    A new day is always so refreshing once the shadows disappear. : D

  • LarrWayne Po4/12/2011

    Good poem.

  • Lori Gunn4/10/2011

    good job :) so beautiful....

  • Delicia Powers4/9/2011

    Beautiful and haunting poem Mike !

  • Sandy James4/8/2011

    I wish I could write poems like this when I can't sleep.

  • Vonda J. Sines4/8/2011

    Your work is such an interesting mix of the visual with the other senses.

  • Sheryl Young4/8/2011

    Woderful.

  • Sivaramakrishnan Ananthanarayanan4/8/2011

    Our thoughts and memories are limitless. Haunting poem, Mike - siva

  • R.C. Johnson4/7/2011

    You didn't have a very restful night, but hopefully the day went much better for you. Blessings! rcj

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