Poetry

Echoing

These empty halls,
a labyrinth
within this body’s
mansion,
echo against
my bones.

© Sarah Doughty

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36 thoughts on “Echoing”

  1. Well that explains where all the wind in the windbags of the world comes from. Sorry I couldn’t help picturing a gust of wind blowing through the mansion. Might be due to the company I’m keeping. I love the metaphor.

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      1. The second hardest thing is editing that novel and marketing it. Lastly, the whole newsletter thing. I feel bad when I have no progress to report. This month was a bad one leaving little time for anything including writing. I’m still dealing with the fallout.

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      2. There’s always next month. And besides, if you’re only offering updates on your writing, maybe you should consider adding a little something more. Perhaps a bit of research you conducted, or where some inspiration came from.

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