Echo Charm

Echo Charm

Right on left, or returned

what circles back, unbroken
yet opened?

Your mouth centers me.

Diminished, I rise, listening.

Grass rubbing against grass.
The lizard’s scarlet throat, swelling.

Not refusal, but denial.

Eyes the color of blood.

You practice your words carefully,
repeating each special phrase.

Blood the color of sky.

Sky the color of eyes.

And always the warm shade.

15 thoughts on “Echo Charm

    • Thank you for reading! Oh, I can’t say that one type or style takes precedent over others. I generally sit, start writing and hope for the best. The poem often takes shape during the writing, unless I’m working within a specific form that requires otherwise. 🙂

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