A Wailing Echo Poem by Doris Cornago

A Wailing Echo



When all alone I imagine a field out in the open
You and I casting stones in a pond where
Roam fireflies like drones circling
Like stars winking, agreeing
Such a night for
Dreaming
But
Not in
Daylight
When tasks
Mount up like
Scaffolding for a
Funeral pyre for a
Dispossessed pharaoh
Source of all my sorrows
Cluttering wall with mementos
Listen to concerto a wailing echo
Years ago running after his shadow

A Wailing Echo
Friday, September 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: disappointment,expressions,hatred,lessons of life,memories
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
We should never fall in love with our boss or we get imprisoned for life. Our fantasies get mixed up and it takes long years - much tears - to unravel the mystery of why we can't choose another job, another life.: -)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Doris Cornago 08 September 2017

Robert, tell me how to end this poem. It's not symmetrical - yet.

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Doris Cornago 08 September 2017

Maybe I have a hero complex for saving a business empire from sudden demse, while the boss goes gallivanting. I m actually just an office fixture, stricken by hopeless megalomania. Be careful, my friends.: -)

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