Tessa, Call Me Maybe

Half turning to me,
that was how close. Then
tormenting echoes, overgrown,
dark green. Shush,
let silence grow.

What kind of people, you asked,
half rhetorical. Sociable,
my son thought so. Still
nothing’s easy being of
a different ilk.

In all seriousness,
poetry’s taken me this far
with them. Perhaps time it is
pulling away. Capricious,
tugging the roots.

Prompt:

Day 9

“Take the phrase “Call Me (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write the poem. Possible titles include: “Call Me Al,” “Call Me Crazy,” “Call Me Batman,” “Call Me at 3 O’clock in the Morning,” etc.”

 

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