Standing alone
The boy reminded me of myself.
Was it me?
Was I dreaming'
I called out
You there, my name is Dave
What is your name?
My name is Dave too came the reply.
Is that my echo?
or
Is that really another Dave.
How old are you I asked.
I am seven..and you?
Hmmm.
This can't be.
I was seven too.
I then asked,
Where do you live?
The same place as you was the reply.
Have we met before I asked?
Only in your imagination the echo said.
but
When you think of me...I reappear.
I don't beleve in you I said.
Nor I in you came the reply.
Thats odd I thought.
Two reflections and one person.
dragonheart1
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unfinihed
A contest entry
- Talk to yourself by Janice M Pickett.
800 points, ended November 15, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Agai nshe calle
Comments
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a brilliant poem love your imagery good luck inthe contest
maralisa
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