Edwina Reizer

Rookie - 42 Points (12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

The Echo - Poem by Edwina Reizer

I heard my voice come back to me.
The echo of it yearned to be
free to travel and be heard,
free to echo out each word.

I yelled some sounds and patiently
awaited their return to me.
All was fine until I said
words to turn my face quite red.

Racy words that I'd never say,
words that could be called risque.
When they came back it sounded worse
than if I yelled a blatant curse.

Embarrassed to hear my voice repeat,
I closed my mouth and did retreat
away from the place that echoed me,
praying these words would not be free
to travel anywhere.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 22, 2010

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