Ping Pong Echo

Lingering memories make me reflect on what my gut was trying to tell in those brief moments. Interrupted monologues.

Echoes wash

Echoes lull

My heart blooms in sacred blue

Echoes wash

Echoes cull

My firefly hums true

Echoes wash

Echoes dull

Author's Note

vague piece, my imagery is not the greatest, I'd appreciate feedback on that <3

Reviews

[Beren]

This felt like back and forth, idk how can I explain this but when I think of an old memory, and it's blurry. This Poem reflects that blur to me.

I love repeating in poems. Most people doesn't, but in this one repeats give the power.
"My heart blooms in sacred blue" what a line! Amen!

Loved it