Dearly Departed Leaves Echoing Silences Poem by Terence George Craddock

self realization encyclopedic thoughts... a1......no one is watching me eating/ no one is watching me sleeping/ no one eating or watching me all asleep/ in an empty silent house is heard not a peep/ um alone all alone...if the house is the soul/ who is my mate? ? great great poem/work..10 for it deserves as per my consideration! !

This is so sad, we all need someone to watch over us and keep us safe, make us feel loved.

what a masterpieces of word use.this is a good poem Terrace.

This is such a sad and moving piece. Well written and tugs the heartstrings.

The silence heard after a loss is deafeningly sad...but alas the echoes of love come a creepin' just when we thought alll was sleeping. A beautiful, exceptionally emotional poem. I choose to save it to my list of favorites. PEACE

A deeply poignant write. Great images that vividly depict emptiness and loneliness that tantamount to death.

You must have had a companion in your house for a while, but no longer. That's how I read the poem, which impresses me greatly. I too live alone in a house, but I have no one to miss. There has always been just myself. A poem which makes me reflect on companionship and loneliness.

But, your poem peeps into the empty silent house extraordinarily; that's why it describes the death house so beautifully. Well conceived, well crafted Thanks for sharing. Chandan

empty house stretching into silences empty house leaves pointless mileages tuning the bell of death...great 10+++

A very evocative look into death. Effective repetition.