For Things that Went Amiss

Strange

How odd, that buildings

And spaces in-between

Brews a lament

For things that went amiss

For people no longer here

And, unable to return

In a fissure of a moment

Or in the melody of a prayer

There is an echo

A residue of a dream

But in the mist of Time and Place

Melancholy is there…

To abate

Or at least soften the tears

For things that went amiss….

 

Thatcher Doran

 

 

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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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