Ph: Echo Poem: Moot Point Poem by Brian Johnston

An Echo Poem by Lora Colon and Brian Johnston

I Do It For My Heart

Each morning my heart and I talk,
It asks me why he went away,
Like a child that can't understand,
It asks the same question each day

To spare my heart suffering, I lie,
My lips cannot bear to admit
These endless days of missing him
Are what keep the flame of hope lit

When my heart cries, what will I say?
Another lie might break our trust,
But the truth would bring so much pain,
So tonight, I'll lie, if I must

When the loneliness overwhelms,
I'll smile and say 'He'll be here soon, '
My heart will fall asleep in peace,
At dawn, I'll confess to the moon

When morning comes, I'll be prepared,
This play still has pages unfilled,
I'll rewrite the script, only this time
The echoes of pain will be stilled

I lie..... I do it for my heart,
Too much time in pain it has spent,
Slowly it dies for its lost love,
The treasure Heaven briefly lent

Lora Colon
Feb 26,2015

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Threat Assessment An Echo Response

Not everyone who sees a “Wolf” is really in much danger
For lone wolves are quite shy and only show a woodsy face
Not everyone who feels alone is really such a stranger
To friends that seem to ‘disappear’ at times without a trace.

It’s just at times life does intrude upsetting normal balance
Perhaps to focus on one friend for happiness not fair
Demanding where our strokes come from a useless form of parlance
And more joy found if we can trust what nature has to share.

For God has better things to do than spill what’s in your basket
And trusting that your friends still care could be the wisest move
To fume at what you can’t control in fact could blow a gasket
And trusting in herself is just how ‘Stella found her groove.’

Brian Johnston
February 27,2015