I.
small eyes peering over jostle
of a mother’s shoulder
and we speak silent language
of new soul to old soul
baby being the old
that kind of Hello
II.
a crow, rustling in cattail canes
stopping long enough to flick yellow eye
a stunning swift stop
to any further encounter
that kind of Hello
III.
a voice no one but you hears
as it ravels you back up
its umbilical cord
not even in deep night
but in the middle of the day
in the lunchroom
at work
that kind of Hello
IV.
when she met him
she knew Goodbye was stronger
than the greeting
she drew it out
with great regard
that kind of Hello
Author notes
brand new stuff
Jpg - One of my newest ATCs "Bird In A Hand"
In a list
A contest entry
- Your best work (Quickie). by jocelynclaire.
300 points, ended June 9, 2008, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Marvellous!!
Marvellous work dear fellow poetess..I embraced this poem passionately so as I parlayed down he screen and read it a second time 'round..
when she met him
she new Goodbye was stronger
than the greeting
she drew it out
with great regard
that kind of Hello
my favourite lines to relate to.... indeed a pleasure...tk u for sharing...xoxo..PS
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as son as I saw your comment, I saw th eerror....oh save me from my errors...lol...ty for such a ncie comment.
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methinks its hello to all new borns ,, hope i am right ,jolly good luck C xx
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