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Echoes

June 12, 2010 by  
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Echoes

Echoes © 2000 Tanya Cropper The sound is faint, a  soft clicking noise, coming from far away. Sort of like the spike of a high heel tapping a long a stone walk and yet it doesn’t progress, it doesn’t recede. photo courtesy of Abiomed The sound is a constant, echoing in my ears. I look for it source, searching…. I know it is there, I can feel it. Tapping…. tapping. It’s... read more

Saline

June 11, 2010 by  
Filed under Crappy Poetry

Saline

Saline – a poem by Tanya A drop of moisture falls gently from the edge, soundlessly onto the softness below. Slowly it glides along the contours, leaving a part of itself behind. A trail glistening with life, that slowly fades and then is gone. A vague memory… The journey is pointless, suicidal…  unnecessary… and yet another drop falls to travel in its wake. You look upon these... read more