three echoes

Frank Prem

i)

 

standing at the verge
he threw his voice
single-handed
as far across the gap
as his strength would allow

 

hand shading his brow
he watched
as it arced elegantly
and returned

 

ii)

 

timidly she approached
near to the edge
uncertainty radiating
then listened

 

straightened
she took one further pace forward
threw her arms back
and smiled

 

the whistle of the wind sang her name
to the tune
of home

 

iii)

 

he danced in the night
on a cliff top
with nothing to say
no call

 

there was silence
apart from the speech of a small fire
but he needed no sound
to belong

 

he felt in his being
he'd been heard

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 6th, 2017 00:14
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 18
  • User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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Comments4

  • orchidee

    A fine write Frank.

    • Frank Prem

      Cheers O. Thank you.

    • FredPeyer

      Very beautiful poem, Frank. Makes one think.

      • Frank Prem

        Thanks Fred. Glad you enjoyed.

      • Accidental Poet

        When two hearts listen within, the love they share speaks to both of them. Great write Franks.

        • Frank Prem

          Thanks AP. Very glad you enjoyed the piece.

        • MendedFences27

          Recently, someone wrote on here that love is "soundless," now here in this poem we see the extent to which love can reach. From one mountain top to another, across endless miles, with but a single word, lovers can connect. A beautiful poem, Frank, presented in a unique style, with interesting metaphors, "the speech of a small fire," " he threw his voice, single-handed,." Loved every unspoken moment of it. - Phil A.

          • Frank Prem

            Thanks so much, Phillip. Cheers.



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