Musings by The Poet Loriet
Echoes Of Myself Come Reverberating Back
I really need to talk.
The index box on the school supply list~where'd you get yours?
No, I mean REALLY TALK--about LIFE!
So...who's bringing treats to the next meeting?
Sometimes, I feel very alone.
We still need permission slips from the following people...
I get anxious about things that I shouldn't.
Do you still have the scissors in the craft box?
I take it out on my family.
About updating the first aid kit...
Sometimes, I don't like myself.
Are your kids participating in the karate tournament?
I dread large social gatherings.
Oh, look, a new hamburger recipe!
I feel shy and awkward.
Are you going to use that coupon?
I'm very different from other people.
Should I bring a salad or a fruit plate?
I worry about my children more than most people.
So, anyways, the repair guy comes at five...
Is life supposed to be this hectic, this emotionally draining?
Oh, look at the time! I've got SO much to do!
I feel as if no one truly understands me.
Well, it was great talking to you!
Hello? Friends? Has anyone seen my friends?
Oops, my other line's ringing~gotta go!
Never mind...
I guess they're lost,
buried under the housekeeping
details of their lives.
That must be why
the only response
decipherable is an
echo
echo
echo.
Lori Beal
The index box on the school supply list~where'd you get yours?
No, I mean REALLY TALK--about LIFE!
So...who's bringing treats to the next meeting?
Sometimes, I feel very alone.
We still need permission slips from the following people...
I get anxious about things that I shouldn't.
Do you still have the scissors in the craft box?
I take it out on my family.
About updating the first aid kit...
Sometimes, I don't like myself.
Are your kids participating in the karate tournament?
I dread large social gatherings.
Oh, look, a new hamburger recipe!
I feel shy and awkward.
Are you going to use that coupon?
I'm very different from other people.
Should I bring a salad or a fruit plate?
I worry about my children more than most people.
So, anyways, the repair guy comes at five...
Is life supposed to be this hectic, this emotionally draining?
Oh, look at the time! I've got SO much to do!
I feel as if no one truly understands me.
Well, it was great talking to you!
Hello? Friends? Has anyone seen my friends?
Oops, my other line's ringing~gotta go!
Never mind...
I guess they're lost,
buried under the housekeeping
details of their lives.
That must be why
the only response
decipherable is an
echo
echo
echo.
Lori Beal
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
Echoes Of Myself Come Reverberating Back
Echoes Of Myself Come Reverberating Back
