Ph: Echo: Being At Choice Poem by Brian Johnston
Ph: Echo: Being At Choice
by Lora Colon and Brian Johnston...............
I Woke Up
I woke up this morning to nothing,
Emptiness crowded my lonely room,
The sound of silence was deafening,
I was blinded by the rays of gloom,
(Just a dress rehearsal for the tomb)
Walking on the sands of time, I wept,
No footprints next to mine, nor behind,
No one there to take my outstretched hand,
Even memories were hard to find,
(Seeing the truth..... better I were blind)
I woke up this morning with no one,
But I've shed the fetters of pretense,
Waiting for the storm I knew would come,
I then ordered the day to commence,
(To whom but the poet would that make sense!)
I woke up this morning..... I asked why,
Looking back, how unreal it all seems,
Relics of love, all frozen in time,
Now regrets take the place of my dreams,
(Dreams..... just wishes taken to extremes)
Reality woke me this morning,
No castles in the air left to build,
I touch, but I can no longer feel,
Has the last page of my life been filled?
(Just maybe, the last of my tears spilled?)
Lora Colon
January 25,2015
On The Right Side Of The Bed
Possibility woke me this morning,
I found Love's light had filled up my room,
There was laughter in each dancing sunbeam
That had chased out the least hint of gloom,
And sweet music unblemished by volume.
Yes, the sands of all time were my playground,
All the castles I built just for show,
No real permanence needed for bliss here,
Opportunities longing to grow,
A musician's deft tune on a banjo.
Oh, I woke up this morning with no one,
But my God and the air that comes free,
I'm awash in the colors of rainbow,
With my soul breathing soft like a tree
One more supplicant thrilled by his entry
Yes, I woke up this morning refreshed by
The sweet loss of bad dream's freight unfurled,
Now its impact is barely remembered
Like smoke rising to heaven it curled,
Much less bothersome stressor in sleep world.
Oh, I woke up this morning with feelings
And discovered I loved every one,
With no more reservations, no withholds,
Oh my God, will we ever have fun! ?
Like a minstrel whose heart's lost in Gershwin!
Brian Johnston
January 29,2015
Lora Colon's poem from her site on PoemHunter.com reprinted here with her permission. This Echo Poem is one of many that she and I have co-authored. We invite you all to check them all out now that they are finally published together as I had originally envisioned.
The original sound and its echo so brilliant , thanks for sharing.It will go to my favorite list.
favorite lines so far: I'm awash in the colors of rainbow, With my soul breathing soft like a tree, was it Joseph who had the coat of many colors or daniel or.............. no! not brian! ! and the breathing soft like a tree brings to my mind the soothing sounds of a moderate breeze moving tree branches. - - - - - - - - nice 'echo' nice flow, and worthy effort at the interesting rhyme scheme. maybe Gershwun would work better. :) ok, for YOU, a thumbs up. but remember: i don't do thumbs, up OR down, usually. i let my words speak for me. bri ;)
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4/18/2024 4:01:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
First, the concept of Echo poems, novel and well carried out. There are some brilliant lines, and that does not mean others are just average. Novel rhyme scheme, 'maybe Gershwun would work better..., may be, may be not, the poet decides, and then there are half rhymes.