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. 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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