Echoes in the Closet
December 1, 2012
Echoes In The Closet
Time keeps bleeding backwards
You glide silently on, unmoved —
Sightless to your own reflection
Impossible to go back where
You started, the wind is tracing
Your lines on the bridge at evening
You lie down, wavering
Between shadows, bodiless
Voiceless in unvarying beds
You close your sleepy eyes
Your white dress flakes away
Layer by layer, history by history
Then rise like moonlight—
Climbing into clouds and
Make love to your own words
You run like water through
The fingers of morning — come
Back transformed as airy nothing
You’ve become echoes
In the closet, where even the
Coats have forgotten your name
©Selena Howard,2012
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strongheart 
The echoes are very close to your heart and precious memories are what make us who we are; this is a very lovely and well composed poem from the depths of your heart that now reverberate in time. Love, Olan
Thank you Olan, I am honored that I was able to share this with you before it’s full completion, sometimes we need a like minded spirit to light the way, You are loved my friend
It was a pleasure to see genius at work, smile.
A beautiful poem, Selena.
Time keeps bleeding backwards
You glide silently on, unmoved —
Sightless to your own reflection
And as we look backward, not seeing ourselves, we can
…become echoes
In the closet, where even the
Coats have forgotten your name…
but there is always poetry, isn’t there, helping us to…
rise like moonlight—
Climbing into clouds?
Even though sometimes we feel like we…
run like water through
The fingers of morning — come
Back transformed as airy nothing..
There is sadness here, cloaked in beautiful language, but the poetry is an affirmation inside the sadness and the language simply because of how it truly is poetry.
Thank you Thomas you see right to the heart of this piece, though there is sadness within this piece it’s one of affirmation as well . I am not one to wallow in regrets though and there is always hope to be found if we chose to seek it
Selena, this is a beautiful, introspective poem with many layers and many possible directions of thought – I love this, especially the concept of time bleeding backwards. The line, “You run like water through The fingers of morning” is one of those ‘I wish I’d written that’ lines … Excellent penning with lovely use of metaphor. Beautifully written, girlfriend, I love it! ~ Love, Julie xoxox
Thank you Julie as always even with your own illness you always are a wealth of support. I am so blessed to call you not only friend but a sister in spirit. I have so much to be thankful for and you are just one of many that I count as gifts from the universe