Tiny Echoes

gray0328

 

in the canopy where shadows whisper,

marmosets weave syllables of belonging,

each sound a small gift of recognition,

a reminder that we are not alone here.

 

they call each other by name, tiny 

echoes in a world too immense to hold 

every secret, every fleeting touch 

of fur against fur, voice against air.

 

and in each name, a universe blooms—

something the human heart could 

never fully grasp: the simple miracle 

of being seen, of being known at all.

 

if only we could learn to listen closely,

to the delicate song of recognition,

maybe we’d find pieces of ourselves 

in every small, persistent call for love.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 7th, 2025 09:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: Marmosets are the only animals that call each other by name
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  • sorenbarrett

    A beautiful message set in a jeweled frame of golden poem. Lovely

    • gray0328

      Thanks Soren have a blessed Superbowl weekend. Go Chiefs

    • Cassie58

      Lovely, and your author’s notes add even more value to this piece. I love that marmosets call each other by name. So intrigued I want to know more. Much enjoyed gray0328. Have a good weekend.

      • gray0328

        Thanks Cassie, you have a blessed weekend also



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