Watching the 401k that I promised I wouldn't touch
dwindle to a shadow of itself;
having an expresso-fueled free-ranging discussion on answers for Iraq
and realizing there aren't any.
Talking with my dad about a man he had a fight with back in grade school
and feeling that today he doesn't know who I am.
Spending Saturday night alone at home with my cat, who loves TV,
because I don't feel moved to expose myself as an essentially boring man.
I hear echoes of a formerly full life
forced into remission by circumstances dire.
I look for a means to blow these doubts away
I guess I just need to find a reason to believe.
I'm looking for a corner that I can turn
that will turn black-and-white back into a colorful life,
and turn my memory echoes into full-throated song,
bring a smile back to my face, and hope to my soul.
Author notes
prompt is: "echoes"
A contest entry
- be your own inspiration by silverscent.
450 points, ended October 27, 2008, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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...remember when you said i touched
a place in your heart, that it might
not have been intentional, but there
it was in the form of a poem? you
are touching me back...
Love, lane
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