You may notice similarities between the above poems, even to the point that the second almost rhymes with the first.
This is not only due to mine being inspired by daddysweetheart's, but also because it originated as additional lines accompanying hers and rhyming off of hers.
Her use of leaves and timbre caused my mind to wander about exploring the concept of a tree pining for a lost love. Pun intended.
When "our song" was complete, I then removed her lines and had an unfinished poem of my own that I did not want to go to waste.
None of this was possible without the intersection of a handful of choice words and the unique process of association that varies from reader to reader.
While writers of long fiction tend to do all the brain work for the reader when it comes to describing what this person looks like and how that event happened from start to finish, poetry if written properly utlizes key words that trigger the process of association and allows the reader to visualize it his or her own way.
That being said, good poetry is then fuel for other poets.
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by daddysweetheart
Echoes
echoes of you stir in my mind
shadows and thoughts of you
swirl around in my memory
like mental leaves
floating and falling
softly, gently
gliding surreptitiously
and in my mind
images of your face
appear randomly
although it is
hard to remember
what it looks like anymore
the soft timbre of your voice
even though
I have not heard it
in so long
echoes of our memories
coat my lonely heart
making my arms
long to hold you
once again
for old times sake.
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by Magnetron
Poet Trees
Echoes echo
Throughout the willowed hollow
In secret gardens no one else knows of
Like creeping vines that twist and wind
Embracing the branches up above
Interlaced in loving weaves
And laying to rest
Placidly on my ledges and eaves
These faded remnants of your voice
Once upon a time they were
Such bright colored leaves
Still
Your tone resonates
Penetrates the many seasons
Having grown around my core
The more I feel you here with me now
The more reasons I have to cherish
And adore these memories
Ancient
Rekindled
When we writhed in passionate throes
Limbs bent and spent
Together in a rhythmic poetry
Rooted deep from seed so strong
Chambers of my heart emptied
Are daily nourished with new song
I sing along with
Can't help but sway to
These gifts you keep giving back
I will gladly take
As I tremble in the wind
And the echoes of your wake
Line 3 is also ambiguous as to who is saying the sweet words.
Don't be afraid to post what you've written so far in the forum in order to get some immediate feedback.