It’s been a while since we last put something together, but Peter Wyn Mosey and I are back with a new poetry collaboration. Here’s my piece:
Echoes
There are whispers that crash
like screams;
You used to understand that
before you disappeared
into someone else’s tattered dreams.
And there are screams that come out
as silence;
I had to learn that
when your absence started feeling like violence.
There’s too much of you left
to let me break free;
Woven, twisted,
tangled through my thoughts;
I’m echoes held together by memory.
Read Peter’s response piece here and let him know what you think (make sure to follow his blog too!)
Cheers,
Aspasía S. Bissas
Aspasía S. Bissas 
I love the line that goes, when your absence started feeling like violence! ❤
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Thank you ♥
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Wow a lot of people can relate to this one…..good one!
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Thank you so much– I’m glad you like it!
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Wonderful!!
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Thank you so much!
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You are very welcome!!!
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