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Poet's Notes: My poet's notes must precede the next Echo Poem as well because the poet has not given me permission to publish her poems on my site. I can, of course, reference her poems without restriction. So the TH in the title here is short for Treasure Hunt. To really enjoy my poem to the full (although it does stand alone as well), I suggest you read Lora Colon's Poem called 'Panic' on Poemhunter.com first. PH is a great site as well and I publish both places. Just Who Is He - AND HOW CAN HE SAVE YOU? (The Poet responds in fear to a fearful plea for love. Is love ever easy?) Just who is this man that your heart's looking for? I know I am longing for some clarity, In spite of connections, you always want more, The dream is fading he could ever be me. And how's he to find you when bridges you burn, Hiding your warmth, with a candle, in a cave. You've chosen the dark (that now blocks his return) , Is it a companion you seek or a knave? What path should he look for, the one with wax dripping? Would it cheapen the game to offer a clue? Sad to say but I feel confidence slipping The desperate words of your poem are true! Still I can't ignore the panic you speak of Though, I say, frankly its source mystifies me, In times not long past I proffered Noah's dove When the ark of your life was missing at sea. You suggest that we substitute knight for night In the hope that this just might end your pain, But I'm doubting this lack's the source of your plight, Could the cost of saving you all be in vain? Are your poems to us simply contrivance To see other's hearts just for you disarrayed, Keeping your heart to yourself wrapped in silence, While the world falls apart, in failure, dismayed? What are the dangers you say that he's facing Or private pain not to be paid for your art? For it could be his real life you're erasing And for what, just the vagaries of your heart? He's down on his knees, he's covered with bruises Look, he seeks you where nobody else would dare! In his heart, it's you, no room there for ruses, And when he finds you, could it be you can't care?

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Fear Abounds: Echo Poem 6-Th

Poet's Notes: My poet's notes must precede the next Echo Poem as well because the poet has not given me permission to publish her poems on my site. I can, of course, reference her poems without restriction. So the TH in the title here is short for Treasure Hunt. To really enjoy my poem to the full (although it does stand alone as well), I suggest you read Lora Colon's Poem called 'Panic' on Poemhunter.com first. PH is a great site as well and I publish both places. Just Who Is He - AND HOW CAN HE SAVE YOU? (The Poet responds in fear to a fearful plea for love. Is love ever easy?) Just who is this man that your heart's looking for? I know I am longing for some clarity, In spite of connections, you always want more, The dream is fading he could ever be me. And how's he to find you when bridges you burn, Hiding your warmth, with a candle, in a cave. You've chosen the dark (that now blocks his return) , Is it a companion you seek or a knave? What path should he look for, the one with wax dripping? Would it cheapen the game to offer a clue? Sad to say but I feel confidence slipping The desperate words of your poem are true! Still I can't ignore the panic you speak of Though, I say, frankly its source mystifies me, In times not long past I proffered Noah's dove When the ark of your life was missing at sea. You suggest that we substitute knight for night In the hope that this just might end your pain, But I'm doubting this lack's the source of your plight, Could the cost of saving you all be in vain? Are your poems to us simply contrivance To see other's hearts just for you disarrayed, Keeping your heart to yourself wrapped in silence, While the world falls apart, in failure, dismayed? What are the dangers you say that he's facing Or private pain not to be paid for your art? For it could be his real life you're erasing And for what, just the vagaries of your heart? He's down on his knees, he's covered with bruises Look, he seeks you where nobody else would dare! In his heart, it's you, no room there for ruses, And when he finds you, could it be you can't care?