Echo of Broken Words

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #304

Words:  whistle, prints, echo, thread, ring, apart, wheel, broken, gnaws, fall, touch

Echo of your broken
words rings in hollow
tones, whistle-threads
that tangle, and gnaw
at my insides. Like a damaged
wheel that can no longer
roll, its imprint rutted
in a fallow field,
so a part of my heart
can no longer feel a touch.
Leaves are edged
in orange fire as Fall
ensues. I am hopeful
that echoes will be too faint
to hear over their rustling.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Echo of Broken Words

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    This is simply gorgeous:
    “Leaves are edged
    in orange fire”


  2. A beautiful piece tinged with sadness. Excellent.

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