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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