there is a soft call to me
the whistle between teeth
i wish i could move toward the sound.
imbibed with a small whiskey,
i miss the secrets you told me
and in turn i keep my own.
i feel i have fallen off your radar
and am past the tower that once caught your eye.
i lay in the river in total silence.
you may never have thought i could
go past you without making a sound
but when i drown, all of my heavy footsteps break too.
Cat Over Clock:
Some things are more important than time … cats are one of them. Welcome to a world of photographed shadows–I invite you to a study of compassion through poetry. It is with gratitude that you might take it with you.
✨b elizabeth bell
May 15, 2011 at 6:22 pm
Wow… I really like this.