Listen to poem:
Layers of Echoes on the Seabed
As the music slips away
past melodies,
the crowds disperse
sliding into long exit lines,
lingering on hummed memories,
layered in echoes of concepts
still longing
to fool us again.
I'm not sure if pride matters
anymore as we pick away
at the pieces
piled in last-in
last-out stacks,
in the undertow
dragging at the depths,
tugging loose the scores
and scripts embedded
in layers of mud
on the seabed.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
