I Don't Want to Be An EchoA Poem by TammyReflections tickle a memory
not unlike a manuscript
written over an earlier work
or soft repetition of whispers
that once yielded more,
not just an insubstantiality
a blithe nonchalance
smooth as spiders silk
fashioning verse upon verse
trifling away all meaning
within a language known
only to the speaker
again and again, not once
or twice but thrice
increasing the degree
to which only an intervention
will stop the rotating sequence
halting the cycle.
© 2011 Tammy |
Advertise Here
Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5 StatsAuthorTammyBeckley, WVAboutBorn and raised in Southern West Virginia. I'm a frequent contributor to several online and print poetry magazines. I love writing poetry. Painting pictures with words that tickle the imagination. I.. more..Writing
|