Friday, April 1, 2016

One Day Never Comes

I need to believe
my silence
                   echoes
                           echoes
                                   echoes

     To believe such
     means my words
[[[captured in each reverberation]]]
     have worth

That I
           I
              I
                 echo



It's been almost a year...30 days shy actually...but it's National Poetry Month...it seemed only right to write.

on unearthing titles:  this piece is a response of sorts to a previous piece...it begins "one day / my silence / will echo" & for some reason, as I think of this opening, a song that has always kind of reverberated in my head came to mind "someday never comes" by Creedence Clearwater Revival.  I guess in this case it kind of encapsulates my fear that "one day" too will never come.

4 comments:

Jennifer Wagner said...

Welcome back. Great to read you again.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Liked the creative use of echo.

Victoria said...

Would love to see more of your poetry!

Brian Miller said...

realy like how you wrote this, it gives art to the echo
and we may never see that echo take hold of others
but it does...and they will carry it on...

hello there.
smiles.