Echo....

Dear A,

I enjoyed the cyclical ways of life expressed in your write. Sometimes with the speed of light, we forget things don’t stay forever and change is inevitable. Sad though sometimes they be. Quite a reflective write nicely penned. H🌷

Thank you H. Coming from you means a lot!🌺🙏

i often wonder just how long it will take memories of me to fade from all existence. how long does it take to forget a life?

I like this poem. well done.

You’ll be remembered for your depth of feeling and you beautiful words🌹🌹💕

This is really beautiful and taps into my existential side... Not to mention the sound of a loon is so beautiful and haunting. This is great writing, anvinvil. I really liked this one a lot ❤️

The loon is prehistoric and, to me, represents figuratively the beginning of time. But, his call is fleeting...😩🙏

I see. That's the beauty of poetry, eh? It's up to the readers interpretation... Thanks for your take, and revealing it's true depth to me. You are right - birds are the last remaining theropods ;)

The real interesting concept is time. In prehistoric days things just were until the weren’t. Today we need to measure everything and time is what we use. I think if we went back to just being, without all the deadlines the world might be a better place. However, at this point, that won’t happen. 🌹😄

With hardly a sound.