21 April 2018

Echo's Beautiful Tears.

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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Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love all the echoing....and feel those beauty full tears.

kaykuala said...

Invisible as I am, I have that power.
He doesn’t even know that I am here with him

If only a 'bionic' sort of ability can be invoked at will for invisibility, how wonderful life can be! Thoughtful thoughts Susan!