E. C. Mira

Joined August 2021

113 stories

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I’m a poet at heart, always chasing the quiet moments and turning them into words. Most of what I write is poetry, but every now and then inspiration pulls me in new directions.

www.poetrybyecmira.com

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Honorable Mention in Haunted Echoes Challenge

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The Edge of Frost
The air holds its breath a thin seam between seasons, stitched with the silver thread of dawn. Leaves, once crisp and brazen,
By E. C. Mira2 months ago in Poets
Golden Hours
The air turns soft with threads of amber light, A hush that slips through trees begins to thin, And morning mist gives way to clearer sight.
By E. C. Mira2 months ago in Poets
The Hunt for Self
I’ve hunted myself across years, through reflections that refused to speak, through poems I mistook for mirrors. Each version of me
By E. C. Mira2 months ago in Poets
The Hunt for Peace
I go into the fields without weapons, only my empty hands. I walk slowly through the grass Each blade brushing lightly
By E. C. Mira2 months ago in Poets
The Hunt for Meaning
I dig where words collapse beneath cracked earth of thought, where silence hums with possibility. Every clue is a fragment:
By E. C. Mira2 months ago in Poets
The Hunt for Love
I track you through rooms of memory, your laughter caught like scent on the wind. Every echo a soft hoofprint, every silence a trail gone cold.
By E. C. Mira2 months ago in Poets
The Hunt
In the hush before dawn, the forest breathes a pulse beneath the frost. I tread where shadows split the mist, the bow strung tight as my own resolve.
By E. C. Mira2 months ago in Poets
Before Dawn. Honorable Mention in Haunted Echoes Challenge.
Black sky holds its breath, as if not to wake the dead. Then the first bird screams.
By E. C. Mira3 months ago in Poets
Empty Hall
A child hums softly echoes finish what she starts. She has no shadow.
By E. C. Mira3 months ago in Poets
Dream Visitor
Cold hands smooth my hair. No one calls my name aloud, yet I wake replying.
By E. C. Mira3 months ago in Poets
Graveyard Shift
Clock strikes twelve again shovels hum a lullaby the ground hums along.
By E. C. Mira3 months ago in Poets
Old House
Walls keep every word. They breathe when the wind is gone. Something else remembers.
By E. C. Mira3 months ago in Poets

E. C. Mira

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The Edge of Frost

Golden Hours

The Hunt for Self

The Hunt for Peace

The Hunt for Meaning

The Hunt for Love

The Hunt

Before Dawn. Honorable Mention in Haunted Echoes Challenge.

Empty Hall

Dream Visitor

Graveyard Shift

Old House

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