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. https://thetwiglets.wordpress.com/
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That limerick… is so true
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Thanks, Debi. I confess I have an echo from a former teacher.
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I’m so sorry. You don’t need to listen to it anymore. You are a beautiful, talent woman and I’m glad I’ve gotten to know you and enjoy your poetry.
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Thank you for your kind words. I love reading your poems, which seem to get better and better.
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Ahhh, thanks Sara. I love trying.
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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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Your limerick comment is so sad.
Very difficult growing up with no support.
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One learns to live in shadows, not being the favored child, and making their own way. Sometimes it takes longer than expected, but love always wins in the end.
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That is a good truth.
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