|Echo Lake in c. 1905, Franconia Notch, New Hampshire; from an old postcard.|
Invisibility is one super power
I craved long ago. Well, I got my wish last week
when unrequited love reduced me to mere sound ~
not just any old sound but the very echo
that caused love to spurn me in the first place.
All I control is duration. I’ve got it up
to thirty iambs before I repeat myself. . . .
the irony that caused love to spurn me at
first, but I have almost thirty iambs before
repeating myself. At first I only had two—
only had two. Imagine that. And if I get
excited, duration quickly decreases,
lee decree says. Imagine saying I love you,
love you, you, you you you and the laughter
and the laughter, laughter, laugh laugh laugh half affff.
Ironic? Sometimes I even laugh at myself.
Well, I grin some, I can’t help it. I can’t help it.
He’s disappearing now, and I laugh at that, too.
I laugh at that, too. That too, too tootoo funny.
Honey, funny. He fell in love with himself, too.
Himself, too. Another unrequited love. Love!
I love and laugh until the tears begin to fall.
Then I back off so he doesn’t hear me crying.
He doesn’t know that I spend all my time with him.
Invisible as I am, I have that power.
He doesn’t even know that I am here with him
Look at him nearly falling in the pool mirror
He loves, I know. I love. Oh, such beauty full tears.
Prompted by NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-One: "Read the myth of Narcissus. After reading the myth, try writing a poem that plays with the myth in some way."
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