Aged Stillness – Adventures in Creative Writing

Aged Stillness


Hidden fortresses 

Hidden, starving hearts 

Hidden within boxes

with potential echoes in mourning’s fog

Hidden within tangled webs

with disguised hopes and fears

Hidden, now forgotten 

with blind victims 

Hidden, faint potential echoes linger

with longings to shatter the hidden

and resurrect bygone utopias   


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1 reply

  1. Oh good, it is a poem. At first I thought it was unpunctuated text akin to the last 40 pages of James Joyce’s “Ulysses.” Thanks for making me think of Dublin this morning.

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