Nothing but Echo
Is there anyone out there?
Just my voice, repeated,
over and over in this one-sided
conversation, speaking
to everyone, and no one
in particular. A gulf,
this canyon separating
me from the world.
Is there anyone out there?
This is my response to Poetics: Echo…echo…echo, from Merril at dVerse ~ Poets Pub,
with a prompt to write a poem regarding echoes.
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It sounds very lonely–and maybe a bit scary, too.
(I imagined this whole sci-fi Twilight Zone scenario.) 🙂
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Twilight Zone – yes! Thanks, Merril.
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🙂
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A timely poem for everyone, and maybe a few in particular … the gulf seems to be widening.
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That new norm. Thank you, Jazz.
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We’re all out here, digging on your fine words, man. Keep em comin! (That canyon’s not as vast as you imagine.)
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Thanks Ron. 🙂
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I think we all feel that way these days. (K)
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Birds, moon, and stars – the answer.
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An echo does seem like “speaking
to everyone, and no one”.
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Thank you, Frank.
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Yes Ken,
There are many out there. We just don’t always realise.
Love your poem, it has space and sadness.
miriam
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Thank you, Miriam. Allowing oneself to become isolated can have a spiraling effect.
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