“hanging on an echo”

Written for:  The Twiglets #199 - "hanging on an echo"

On hot summer nights
corner a cappella groups
kept me hanging on an echo.


Was that a scream
he heard, reverberating
through the woods?  He
cupped his hands trying
to catch the echo.


a sound echoes 
girl sits at edge of lake
song from childhood


              There was an art student named Pablo
               who wanted to paint like El Greco
                "You've no talent," she said
                  which made him turn red
        Years later his ears heard her voice echo.

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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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9 Responses to “hanging on an echo”

  1. poetrybydebi says:

    That limerick… is so true

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  2. Jules says:

    enchanting… especially for this time of year… those first three. Reflecting on what if’s and spooky possibilities.

    The limerick – worse when parents say they think you don’t have what it takes to be somebody, anybody.

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