THIS WEEK'S Poetry Potluck #40 presents the theme of Void, Loneliness and Sorrow...something to plunge into...
ECHOES
In a hollow of echoes
I fling my voice into the the world,
first as a soft lilt,
cup my ear for the comeback,
like an old movie star
hoping to be revitalized.
I find the cadence
wasn't bracing enough
to bear return.
Next time, I emphasize the bass notes,
push them out into a parade.
Still not a sound comes back,
so I drive an octave higher.
Carrying my own torch,
dancing in its light,
I race to be in two places at once,
to impress,
look for someone to agree.
I listen for my name to bounce back,
returning like a shuttlecock
in the last championship game.
My own voice doesn't revisit.
Answer me, please,
I haven't ever
received a beckoning.
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12 comments:
My own voice doesn't revisit.
Answer me, please,
I haven't ever
received a beckoning...
you remind me of true poetry, make me forget about life's troubles.
well done.
love your lines.
Hi Jingle-
I always love your comments..you are so kind...so generous..thank you!
Love the depth... the unanswered call of my voice. Very powerful.
Hi Reflections-
Thank you for your lovely comment!
Incredible I love the beginning stanza. I am blown away
Hi mindlovemisery-
Wonderful comment..I so appreciate your visit! Thank you..
Lyn, I just love what you did with this one. What a great metaphor for loneliness and emptiness and how we try to define ourselves by what others think of us.
Well, you did it again and made me love your poetry even more!
Wonderful write, Lyn.
Margie :)
Hi Victoria-
Thank you so much..I wanted to see how needy I could be!
Hi Margie-
So good to hear from you and your lovely comment..I'm truly flattered!!
A powerful piece, Lyn, I really enjoyed this one.
Hi Brigid-
Good to hear from you and happy that you liked this...thanks!
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