Echo

[Urwrongx1000]

I call out, and
She calls back.

Always faithful, Always loyal,
Her ears await my every word,
Only to repeat them back to me.

They say imitation is the highest form of Flattery; Then
Her Allure has no equal, ready to Disarm.

Most men cannot stand the mockery of
Her laconic and persistent witticisms.
She offends such men as they offend themselves.
They do not realize who else speaks in Reverberations.

Yet despite her recollection of things once said, Verbatim,
She always struggles to comprehend the Origin.
Forever a step behind, Time displaces all Voice.
Imitation can only lead one to the Original.

[iambiguous]

@Urwrongx1000

I call out, and
She calls back.

Always faithful, Always loyal,
Her ears await my every word,
Only to repeat them back to me.

They say imitation is the highest form of Flattery; Then
Her Allure has no equal, ready to Disarm.

Most men cannot stand the mockery of
Her laconic and persistent witticisms.
She offends such men as they offend themselves.
They do not realize who else speaks in Reverberations.

Yet despite her recollection of things once said, Verbatim,
She always struggles to comprehend the Origin.
Forever a step behind, Time displaces all Voice.
Imitation can only lead one to the Original.

Any she we know?

[Pedro_I_Rengel (PZR)]

It fills me with impotence, lol, I don’t know why.

Nice poem.

[Arcturus_Descending]

I do not know if this is actually about a woman – it might appear to be --but I love the mystery of it - kind of like a Jackson Pollock painting.

Perhaps you are simply describing an echo.