Amid The Echo of Doves
Listen
to the echo
of doves
calling
from high
rafters
in these
old derelict
buildings
where I now
reside ..
Their
haunting
song,
a gentle
hymn ..
Bouncing
loud
off the walls
below
both hollow
but yet
still proud ..
It feels
like a trick
of time
just passing
me by ..
Yes, listen
by all means,
but don’t
you dare feel
obliged to
linger
anywhere
here all
on your own ..
With just
the ghost of
me by your side ..
Brilliantly penned, Neville. Like the layers my friend, excellent write. Appreciate you.
Damian
I am indeed most grateful Damian & likewise appreciate you too .. Neville
Oooh, now this one has a haunting, almost taunting feel to it. Leaves me wonder…are these mourning doves?
Bless you Willow .. maybe henceforth, I should call you Hawkeye .. You are certainly most astute ma’am .. Neville 🤍👍
This hits like an abandoned chapel breathing on its own. The spacing slows the reader down just enough to feel the echo, the hollow pride, the loneliness clinging to the walls. That last turn—the ghost of me by your side—is quietly devastating. You let atmosphere do the heavy lifting, and it works.
Cheers my friend .. So very much appreciated .. Neville
Haunting but also a soothing demeanor somehow. The ending caught me off guard obviously. It makes the read have a different angle, reading back. It’s a well done piece, Neville.
Thanks a million Styxian .. and please forgive this late acknowledgement I’ve been stuck in Newark NJ on my way back to England .. Neville
Strange how awareness changes and we see or feel things differently from one time to another, sometimes the message is cloud and clear, sometimes it’s gentle and blurry, but all of them are messages that we are not alone. I feel sadness and speration, yet I also feel how the speaker got and felt the message, found comfort within it and just wanted to get it through and sing it into words 🤍
I feel as if I have been promoted to something very special .. Bless & thank you dear Light💕