In the Patios of Echoes
by Debashish Haar
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Rated "G" by the Author.
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We arrive too late, wherever we go
to gather what we leave behind
in the patios of echoes where our voices float;
in cities and mansions where we live;
in the streets that lead us to so many directions.
We often meet in streets and dreams...
Often when we meet in streets
we avoid each other, thinking they are dreams.
When we meet in dreams
we try to touch each other, thinking we are in streets.
We arrive too late, wherever we go...
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|Reviewed by jude forese
|the juxtaposition of time and place as well as action and purpose infused this poem with mystery andpurpose...|
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|Yes, day late and a dollar short. Story of my life. Very well done. Creative and abstract woven into focus and delivered perfectly.|