Absent Friends

shadow and evening sun

dances across the flagstone

floor

stops a while

catching me unaware

a familiar scene

returns

and yet

a haunting ambience

metamorphoses

the echoing void of

absent friends

here and now

bell like in my ear

light and dark

life and death

a feeling

as one grows older

that unrelenting reminder

how precarious

this fleeting existence

the outer skin of

humanity

ever changing , and yet

the same

moving through the labyrinth

of latent realities

what wisdom have we gleaned?

 

By Paolo Michell

 

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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