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.
O at the Edges
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Haunting … even before I noticed the man has vanished in the 2nd image …
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I found those two photos on Morguefile.com, and just had to use them!
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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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i’m so pleased it resonated with you. That you found something in it is all I could ask.
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Very evocative
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Thank you very much!
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