Called to me-
A note resonates through the room.
Amongst echoes of booming laughter,
Whispers of unspoken gloom,
Hanging in lofty suspension.
Called to me-
A tiny tongue collects the tones.
Two large hands grip two small in one.
Higher! Higher! A shriek intones.
They pass right by; three strangers
Called to me.
No other thing I knew or shared,
Except the echo now grown still.
And as I watched her disappear,
Innocence I did not feel,
Called to me.
YOU ARE READING
Echoes in the pool
PoetryPoetry Collection Welcome all you readers. Poetry has become my latest experiment. Constructive criticism would be welcomed but most of all, I hope you enjoy An amateur Poet
