O at the Edges

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The Echo is Neither Sound nor Hope

Posted on February 12, 2019 by robert okaji

The Echo is Neither Sound nor Hope

empty trees

a darkened
window

the void
between chairs

unchanged

as if you’d never spoken

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This first appeared in April 2015.

6 thoughts on “The Echo is Neither Sound nor Hope”

Jazz Jaeschke on February 12, 2019 at 6:19 pm said:

Haunting … even before I noticed the man has vanished in the 2nd image …

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- robert okaji on February 12, 2019 at 8:27 pm said:
  
  I found those two photos on Morguefile.com, and just had to use them!
  
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All About Life on February 13, 2019 at 12:33 am said:

I found this poem very moving Robert – the echo (memory of a loved one) is neither sound nor hope. I’m not sure if that was the intention but it really resonated with me :O) x

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- robert okaji on February 13, 2019 at 7:26 am said:
  
  i’m so pleased it resonated with you. That you found something in it is all I could ask.
  
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wordsmithsanvil01 on February 13, 2019 at 12:43 am said:

Very evocative

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- robert okaji on February 13, 2019 at 7:27 am said:
  
  Thank you very much!
  
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