Words sway as new grass would
play, in whispers on the breeze
teasing.
I’ve let you go
I’ve let you go
I’ve let you go.
But, thoughts come to
share an enchanted evening
with me beneath starlight
and, they’re flighty as feathers
…elusive
dancing on the edge of this
sweet sensation
I’m cast adrift
to float
before the deepening into
other worlds
If
I’ve let you go
let you go
let you go
then,
why do I still hear those
echoes of love
so clear.
~*~
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Shared with dVersePoets Translucent Poetics: Writing Spoken Word
Poets United Think Tank #86 Re-Birth
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Because love never dies. Elusive butterflies of love come to mind. When you don’t actually let go-you just let be, this is the the results. Beautifully flowing and said. Smiles
I love the quality, the repetition and the echo say so much~
yum, yum, yum, I like, presentation and stream, also the idea that thoughts could come and stick around, keeping company 🙂
This caught my heart, and my imagination, in the echo…I love it!
Such a lovely, wistful poem … the echoes are so powerful
… I would love to hear it spoken …
Oh, this is very sweet…and a little sad for the letting go of someone…but they’re still there in so many ways.
And love those twinkling stars… This is perfectly beautiful.
Memory can be treacherous.
those echoes still carry forward…yeah i dont know if they ever completely disappear…sometimes they fet softer…again i love the device you use in this…the letting you go repetition paying on the last line before….well done bren
What a superb first line! After which you never lost the momentum. Fine poem.
Wow that opening image is killer, it really brings you into this beautiful lament.
Such sadness… Very familiar! Beautiful!
This one speaks to me big time!
ah the echoes can be heard for a long time…the repeated lines make the emotions even more palpable
Interesting echo effects to get the point across. “I’m still thinking about the letting go, so I have not.” The narrator wonders at it in realization. 🙂
Some echoes will always be heard. This is a lovely poem.
Letting go can be a pain, as holding on is the easiest lane, as to be a combination of the two, as memories will always come due.
So beautiful, and sweetly sad. Very poignant.
The echoes will continue as long as you need them too. I hear them too.
I felt it was very hard to let go and move on ~
Happy Friday ~
Lovely. Great use of repetition, which is a common element in spoken word. Thanks for sharing!
I like to think of the echoes as fluorescence bulb buzz that eventually gets absorbed or dampened by all the other sounds around you. Eventually it becomes so dim that only a few triggers will bring it back to the forefront of your thoughts. Love never goes away, but the hurt does get to an acceptable level.
Love the echoes… sometimes we remember the good times, not the bad.