Charlotte Ballard


Echoes - Poem by Charlotte Ballard

I watch as a slim
Young man, dressed in
Tweeds and patches on the
Elbows, squats down with a handful of
Pebbles and tosses them
One by one into a gray pond.
The ripples blend, wheel within wheel
By the others.
The sun blazes orange
Off his eyes when
He turns.
Trembling, I cannot
Speak.

Did I just see God?


Comments about Echoes by Charlotte Ballard

  • (4/1/2007 5:57:00 AM)

    Thought you gave me a funny look that day (don't worry, people always get us confused) . Great poem. Sx (Report)Reply

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  • (9/6/2005 1:37:00 PM)

    If he is one of us, I would not doubt it. Either that or a fallen angel. They tend to be poorly dressed and are fascinated with the simpler things. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, November 3, 2008


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