Echo Note

 

You had me at petal

though I had

my foot

on the pedal,

and couldn’t slow down

 

So I leaned into my finest

tempest stride

to catch up

to you

 

But I tripped over my own

shoelace,

and floundered for

a moment

 

Because I was tripped

by your

persuasive melody

 

Till I found a thousand

secrets

tucked under my pillow

 

Silent, alive, and dreaming

like that

brilliant northern aurora

kept

quietly cloaked under the quill

of your clavicle

 

And me – that Eastern Screech Owl

that spoke

from the dark,

with his eyes dilated with admiration

 

Discovering I had something

strange,

written in my throat

 

It was a love song,

written

on a wafer

 

That I suddenly found in my pocket

 

~/~

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

 

A counter piece to Echo – by Cascade

 

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Poetic bookends—both stunning

Poetic bookends—both stunning in their symbolic imagery and beautiful flights of language. I love where the inspiration took you in this counter piece and nod to a great poetess' voice and style, and it's so encouraging to witness such support between two excellent wordcrafters. Thoroughly enjoyed this strikingly clever work. 

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This is a good poem.

This is a good poem.


Starward becoming J-Called

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Drawn from the misty blue Aether

 

Drawn from the misty blue Aether – between Notes & Mediocrity, written by Cascade.